Living here

Yes, these are tiny. But if you click on any one image, you should get a gallery that lets you page through them at the original size – 8cm x 8cm.

My last post was getting a bit full, so here’s a new one. All of the miniature paintings are 8cm x 8cm, and are done in watercolour and acrylic. Again, I’ll post new ones at the top.

Here are 2 pictures of the little book I am painting them in. I bought it in an art-supply emporium in Graz.




Sulimanye Mosque, Rhodos


Smoothing a mast, Diakofti, Patmos

Maneli Sponge

Processing a sponge, Symi

Walking with Granny

Walking with γιαγιά (granny), Patmos

Long plant

Long thin plant, Patmos


A crow all puffed up and making weird noises, Rhodes

Julia at Paxos

Taverna, Yialos, Symi

Mrs Stavros

The Herbalist’s Wife, Symi


Parrot, Old City, Rhodes


WIld Thyme, Symi


Despina Vakratsi, a writer from Patmos


Dinos in his hardware store, Symi


Bells, Monastery of St John, Patmos


Moonrise, Symi

Ramp Yialos

Ascending & Descending, Symi


Yialos, Symi


Pillar detail from the synagogue in Rhodes


Red sunflower, Patmos

Far islands

Dawn with Distant Islands, Patmos


At the Relax Cafe, Patmos

Folk Dancers

Folk dancers, Independence Day, Symi


Stavros, herb gatherer and seller, Symi


Julia on the shore, Patmos


Sparrow eating tiropita, Rhodes

Clock Tower

Clock Tower, Rhodes


Icon, Panormitis Museum, Symi

We’ve been back from Greece for a month. In that time, I’ve been making some tiny paintings of things seen there, and some of the wonderful people we encountered.

So here they are. Each painting is 8cm x 8cm. They are done in watercolour and acrylics on paper. I’ll add new ones at the to


Icon. Panormitis Museum, Symi


Self-portrait as a tourist, Symi

Chora wall

Street in Chora, Patmos

Dead moto

Dead moto, Symi


Monk with shopping bags and umbrella. Panormitis, Symi

Katerina Mourati

Katerina Mourati, an artist from Patmos


Aphrodite, a sponge shop proprietor. Kalymnos.


Skafandros (diving suit), Symi.

Ferry reflections

Reflections as the ferry docks, Symi.

Hole in the Wall

Wall with hole, Symi.


Nicos Vassilaras, a jeweller and political activist from Rhodos

Panormitis rain

Rainy day. Panormitis, Symi.

Steps down Symi

Descending steps with washing machine, Symi

Cats Symi

Garbage cats. Symi

Storm Symi

Storm brewing. Symi


Theodoris Eleftherios, a poet from Kalymnos.

Reflections Kalymnos

Reflections, Kalymnos.


The Innocent. Patmos.


Lataris, a former sponge boat pilot from Kalymnos.

Version 2

Archway and window. Rhodos.


The Aegean.



Version 2

Chamomile coming up in the cracks, Symi.


Pizzeria, Symi.


Archway, Hora, Symi.

red boat

Red boat, Panormitis, Symi.

Panormitis doorway

Doorway, Panormitis, Symi.

Panormitis scaffolds

Doorway with scaffolding, Panormitis, Symi.

Lefteris Kamitsis


St George arch

Archway with tree, St George, Symi.

Blue steps

Blue stairs, Yialos, Symi.

Aegean Symi

Stony seabed, Symi.

door Symi

Doorway, Symi.

Chora Patmos

Square, Chora, Patmos

Dog Patmos

Dog with tusks, Patmos.

Blocked window

Blocked portal, Symi.


This time tomorrow (1 May) we’ll have entered the International Travel Tunnel, and the next morning we’ll pop out at Rhodes, Greece (1 & 2). Then we spend some time on Symi, (3 & 4) and then Patmos (5 & 6). We’ll make a side-trip to Kalymnos.



Arrived whiskers first
chewing this and that
among blown leaves
on a winter day
at a time of our need.
Someone we couldn’t find
had abandoned him.
We took him in.

small damp pink rubbery
tongue, accompanied by
light touch of whiskers
lick lick lick lick

We gave him names:
Ngubunny, Bunyata,
Walter Benjamin Bunny
Mr Boon, Doctor Rabbit,
and so on and more.
He knew our scent names
(which we don’t.)

Exchanging body heat,
held in my arms
where my heart beat,
until the warmth
got through the clothes
and fur. He’d nuzzle in,
relax, lick any skin.
His greatest LEAP
from the wardrobe,
four paces, six times his height
jack-in-a-box out of stillness
up onto the bed.

Loved Parrot Puffs
(fruit crackers for birds),
chocolate, raisins, dried fruit,
celery stalks, lettuce,
shoots from the avo tree.
Tolerated rabbit pellets.

Thumping, sometimes. Why?
Clicking claws on wooden boards.
A tiny cough or bark
his only word.

Half-size (Netherlands dwarf),
he nipped the cats to make them preen,
pissed in my eye as he thundered by
in a firework circle on the bed,
scratch-scratch-scratched for a scrape on the rug,
ate the books, the clothes, the bag,
the shoes, the belt, the basket, the frame
of the door, gnawed at electric wires
and was generally a rascally rabbit
who taught us tidiness and vigilance.

A hundred and twenty moons he saw loop by,
serene in the black or through the windy clouds.
Nine times the avo tree took off its leaves
and budded flowers, and the bees were loud.
Three thousand three hundred nights he loped
inside to sniff about
and when the sun came out,
he came in, curious, as though he hoped
for novelty. Was I or the rabbit
the repetitive creature of habit?

Presents himself long and flat
to have the muscles beside his spine
massaged. Settles in for this.

Old, he no longer jumps
up to his chair for the sun.
Instead, he lolls out flat
a grey rag in a sunspot
on the floor.
At night I often see him
staring at the moon
or so it seems.
Perhaps he just craves light.

Guileless, un-envying
empty of hate, grudgeless,
without schemes or wiles.

coat softer than granny’s
fox-fur powder puff

Good night my old friend, I hope you sleep well,
My affection for you rings bright as a bell.
So often I have held your warm body to me,
Good night little friend, sleep deep, dream free.

In the night by the rutted track
Crouching, a big hare
thinks he’s a grey stone, a stone…
Four or five great leaps
into darkness. Gone
back to the eternal
pasturing of hares
on earth, among grasses.

Snapped in the fields below Kirstenbosch. Click on the images to see the insects bigger. Some of them are quite interesting. All different, all taken in one session within 100m of each other. There were lots more. As JBS Haldane observed: “If there is a God, he must be inordinately fond of beetles.”