Dried, salted mullet. That is what "bokkoms" are......and possible a delicacy but I have never had the stomach for them. They are, however, a standard roadside vendors trade in summer months along the west coast of the Cape in South Africa. Ramshackle stalls made of wattle or such wood with a zinc aluminium sheet as a roof would shelter the dried fish from rain but not much else.
I guess I am homesick for familiar sights . And go figure how dried fish makes me feel better!!!!
oil on canvas
35 x 45 cm
I painted like a mullet this morning. Maybe that's why I chose the fish! This was painting number 3...the others were wiped due to serious atrociousness.
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