Lion's Head
I remember the first time I hiked up this little peak when I was a student living in Cape Town. I thought I was going to die. Hiking was not part of my childhood repertoire in Pretoria and I had only just moved to Cape Town where everyone appeared to be fit and outdoorsy.
I quickly understood what the hype was all about. This little lion offers 360 degree views of the city and it’s different every single time I walk around it or to the summit. I owe so much to this little peak: my sanity, some of my most magical sunrises and memories of taking close friends from around the world to see what the hype is all about.
At one point I used to coax friends up with a tub of crêpe batter, a pan and a gas camping stove in my backpack. They would need to bring the coffee. I’d make fresh crêpes for anyone who was interested at the summit as the sun rose over the city.
Lion’s Head has my heart and I have a feeling that I may have to paint her from various angles as I go.
The original artwork lives with its patrons in Lisbon.
I remember the first time I hiked up this little peak when I was a student living in Cape Town. I thought I was going to die. Hiking was not part of my childhood repertoire in Pretoria and I had only just moved to Cape Town where everyone appeared to be fit and outdoorsy.
I quickly understood what the hype was all about. This little lion offers 360 degree views of the city and it’s different every single time I walk around it or to the summit. I owe so much to this little peak: my sanity, some of my most magical sunrises and memories of taking close friends from around the world to see what the hype is all about.
At one point I used to coax friends up with a tub of crêpe batter, a pan and a gas camping stove in my backpack. They would need to bring the coffee. I’d make fresh crêpes for anyone who was interested at the summit as the sun rose over the city.
Lion’s Head has my heart and I have a feeling that I may have to paint her from various angles as I go.
The original artwork lives with its patrons in Lisbon.
I remember the first time I hiked up this little peak when I was a student living in Cape Town. I thought I was going to die. Hiking was not part of my childhood repertoire in Pretoria and I had only just moved to Cape Town where everyone appeared to be fit and outdoorsy.
I quickly understood what the hype was all about. This little lion offers 360 degree views of the city and it’s different every single time I walk around it or to the summit. I owe so much to this little peak: my sanity, some of my most magical sunrises and memories of taking close friends from around the world to see what the hype is all about.
At one point I used to coax friends up with a tub of crêpe batter, a pan and a gas camping stove in my backpack. They would need to bring the coffee. I’d make fresh crêpes for anyone who was interested at the summit as the sun rose over the city.
Lion’s Head has my heart and I have a feeling that I may have to paint her from various angles as I go.
The original artwork lives with its patrons in Lisbon.
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