I am a Worry-wart... I worry about lots of things. When I am not stressing about life, I am loving it... I worry when my paintings sell (how am I going to sustain this?) and also when things are quiet (maybe I have lost the plot)... My recent worry is that I am going to Johannesburg for 12 sleeps. That's a very long time for me to be away from home. I am worried that I may not have enough time whilst there to paint (I am taking my paints, easel, and paint stuff up), I am worried what my 19 year old sons are going to do with my house whilst I am away (they have told me there will be a camel tied up outside, goats, girls and parties every night - I am hoping they are joking - another worry because they are probably not) and I am worried about driving around Johannesburg. That place is scary - and I am clueless and honestly petrified. I am playing chauffer to my daughter who is a finalist in the Miss Earth South Africa pageant and needs to be certain places at certain times. Then there is a gala event - my friend asked me if I have a long dress.. Well - hellloooooo - how silly would I look in a long dress in my studio? I am not the socialite. If I need a long dress, I think I will go as a lesbitarian and wear a suit! Anyway what's all this got to do with art - well nothing much actually except I have recently painted two paintings of Durban Harbour. Is my subject matter a desire to be closer to home or maybe it may mean I feel I need a "safe harbour" to cling to... But in actual fact - I wanted to paint the harbour and liked the light... So there is no psuedo-intellectual idea behind my paintings - just "I liked what I saw so I painted it".
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