So the Winter Olympics are here again in Italy. Nice!
The World news is so grim, we all really need something to celebrate. And what we really celebrate is youth.
Being an aesthete, I'm naturally a severe judge when it comes to each countrie's team uniform. I'll keep it simple and just nominate a few countries that stand out in this sartorial category.
I cannot speak for all their uniforms but Kazakhstan definitely takes out first prize for the the look of their Mogul skiers (above). Who doesn't love lemon yellow over off-white? And with the deep blue bib,,,, really!
But I was also very impressed with the Canadian hockey teams. That intense red is wonderful. But especially, kudos to the graphic artist who created the colour of the maple leaf. It's not pure black like some lazy, colourblind designer might have done. It's a dark broken black colour with subtle relief in its drawing, very subtle and sexy. In fact, although it's hardly discernible, this bright orange/red jersey is also slightly broken in colour, and it's why the whole thing works so well together with the black paints.
The women's team in white is cool too, not subtle, but simple.
Although I thought some teams looked awful, I've decided not to point them out, I'll stick with the winners.
I also like the refined look of the French hockey teams. Typically both discreet and subtle even in a brawl.
I've picked up a book from my table, one that I read a few years ago, Orphic Paris, by the American poet Henry Cole. It's lovely read and takes me right back to France where I sometimes need to be in my spirit. If you want to know what orphic means, look it up,,, because I had to.
But here, near the beach, and in another world completely, I still get out to paint when the weather permits. I'll do anything some days to get away from editing my own book which feels always endless and too full of mistakes.
Below are a few things from the past few weeks. This first one is from last night. I had been lazy all day due to the extreme heat but managed to get out for just one picture as I was late. It's OK, but a bit too much verisimilitude, even though I did have fun with the deep dark violet sea. No worries, "just keep at it", I say to myself because I feel awfully lucky to have something to do when I go to the beach.
Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 20 February 2026, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm.
Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 6 February 2026, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm.
Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 4 February 2026, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm.
Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 19 February 2026, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm.
Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads,28 January 2026, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm.
Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 24 January 2026, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm.
Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 23 January 2026, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm.
Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 7 January 2026, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm.
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