The over-100 previous posts on this blog will have revealed that I have continually switched between drawings done from life - figurative and landscape - and those done from my imagination. This is a combination of the two.
As noted previously, I was married to Anne of Graaff-Reinet for three years. This is a sketch of her dad, Philip, which I watercoloured, quite successfully, I think.
This may be a bit lurid, but I still rather enjoy the feeling generated.
A quick, not-too-flattering sketch of Anne, with a wash or two of colour.
We had a noisy parakeet, and here he looks decidedly miffed.
Another parakeet sketch.
A study of Anne as avid reader.
Anne not reading.
Maggie Thatcher was in power in the mid-1980s in the UK, and this seems to capture something of her.
I have, since I was a young child, been fascinated by Native Americans - or what we grew up calling Indians. Their wigwams and painted ponies, their feathered headdresses and decorative leather clothing, their bows and arrows, and tomahawks, enthralled me. I saw something of that imagery in the odd Kandinsky abstract. Here I took the basic wigwam motif and had some fun.
South Africa is a mining country, and this seems to be a semi-abstract of a typical Reef scene.
But it is human foibles which most intrigue my subconscious. Funny how, as you yourself get older, the frailties of the aged seem less easily shrugged off.
Inevitably, given that my marriage was shipwrecked, I idealised the female form - although that breast does look rather misshapen.
Who hasn't dreamt of, well, getting it all out in the open?
A young white lad - I was about 30 - in apartheid SA really shouldn't be letting his mind wander in such a direction, should he?
Relationships are integral to human existence - and this, a recurring image from my subconscious, seems to delve into that issue, though what it says I have no idea.
Perhaps this bald, small-tied, man would know.
Child-like, maybe, but I rather like the tree with a face.
Human heads on animals also crop up regularly, I find.
Another semi-abstract bit of fun.
An African-mask motif lurks herein.
This is the first in a series of head images which becomes increasingly abstract. Notice that there are two profiles here.
They say humans will search for a face in any jumble of lines and shapes.
A minimalist stick figure.
And a dancer.
Pregnant with possibilities, but what's that growing off her stomach?
Torso head is falling asleep like the setting sun.
Close to total abstraction.
Again, two faces conjoined.
That mind of mine - again!
That's better. A bit more serious.
Very serious business - eating.
And safe again. A sketch of a water jug.