Over the past few weeks I have been experimenting with acrylic pours and jewellery making. What a lot of fun it has been. Suddenly , it all made sense and I started producing something that did not look as if it had been painted by a demented elephant.
I am not sure if the breakthrough was good for me. The playful attitude and acceptance of less than perfect art slowly disappeared. My quest for perfection reared its stressful head.
We spent some time in South Africa this year. Beautiful Hermanus is always a special place for me. I avoid going to Cape Town. Like any other large over-populated city in the world, it is loud, dirty and the traffic is horrendous. We were fortunate enough to board one of the last flights to Germany. Corona hit the world with a bang and life changed overnight. Restrictions, lockdowns, fear and death chased my painting muse away. There was a sense of complete helplessness in the face of a virus of which I had never heard. Our small town in Bavaria is a lovely farming district so walks in the fresh air were part of our rather isolated lives.
