it gets to a certain time of the year when the cupboard starts to moan from indigestion. this is what happens when you feed it too many artworks. so it’s time for the annual (well sort of) studio sale. i will be adding collections to my facebook page daily. (follow at your peril) all artworks R120, plus postage. inbox me for payment, delivery, collection, pearly words of wisdom etc…. here is the first lot
some works available via hello pretty
as you may have noticed, i have a little thing for fishing boats; it’s hard not to when you have them bobbing all around you, some times waking you up at 5 am with their engines, off for the day’s fishing.
kalk bay remains one of the few working harbours and i do hope these people are able to continue their livelihoods as i’m sure that their method of fishing is far more sustainable than those big fishing businesses. ho hum…
here is a collection of past and present
i still have a wall for art work at c’est la vie, the artisan bakery in kalk bay and i admit that i have been a bit slack at putting up work because i went into a bit of a cave over the holiday season. anyway i have had to pull finger and get out my glue for a few more cape town scenes. i am thinking of putting some of these collages together in a calendar called, “this is cape town”. what this space….
New work up at C’est La Vie, Kalk Bay.
living in a one of cape town’s most sort after holiday destinations i have been fortunate to learn a lot about how to be ‘on holiday’, even if just for a weekend or even a day. you too can can become a holiday maker by following these simple steps:
always amble, never walk. after all you are on holiday. hence no one behind you can possible be on their way some where.
stop. simply stop, in the middle of nowhere during your amble, no one will walk right into you, after all they are also on holiday.
eat ice cream. lots of it. come summer or winter, rain or shine. wind or sleet. eat ice cream. lots of it.
take photographs. lots of them. not just any photographs, but those that require you to stop in congested areas. don’t be tempted to cut your holiday short by the excitement of turning your holiday photos into desktop pics on your work computer.
drive. do not take a train. you are on holiday so you must exercise your divine right to consume. everything. please, do not use public transport at all. a slow traffic jam to your destination is part of that holiday feeling. in fact wind down your window and share your latest cd with us. we love your ehm… music, after all, you are on holiday.
drink, drink and drink. and drink some more. and then shout, scream, shriek, swear, holler, curse. louder please. preferable after midnight. it sounds so much better when all else is quiet.
ignore road marking. those apply only to serious members of the public, not those at repose. find a bright red line and park right over it. be sure that in the process you have obscured visibility for others. seeing that they too are on holiday they will not have the need to see oncoming traffic.
after driving around for half your holiday find a lovely empty parking spot, like opposite someone’s garage. they’re this close to the beach, why would they need to use their car?
take in the view. this can usually be achieved by travelling up a cul de sac and doing an eight point turn. enjoy the scenery, from all 8 angles.
find a ‘cute’ little narrow cape town road. park slowly and carefully, keeping your tyres a comfortable distance from the pavement. if any wants to get past you they can wait till tomorrow. time is of no matter when…
and fuck you all, the whole damn lot of you!
some people get to have a holiday, loiter on the pavements, jam ice creams into their crevices, park on red lines and increase their melanoma count on the beaches. i get to stick things down. the results are on the wall of olympia cafe. so go and down and see if you can stuff some more into that holiday paunch beneath one of my artworks…
there are moments when living in kalk bay is not so super dooper hunky dory. usually those moments co-incide with the words ‘holiday makers’ and roadworks. even a small journey to fish hoek will take half the day as on return i have to negotiate a route that looks like a waldorf child’s form drawing. to add more to the saucy, spicy mixture of bad tempers they throw in some roadworks on boyes drive and close it off to south bound traffic. add a little tarmac alteration in lakeside and you’ve got hot steaming south peninsula residents. wait, its gets hotter, a few little alterations on the backstreets of kalk bay, making that form drawing challenging for rudolf steiner himself. not to mention that one has to duck manholes and real holes with men in along the so-called finished section of main rd. good old upper quarterdeck has a lovely stream of north bound traffic turning it onto a veritable one way. lo and behold if you’re going south as a stream of ants to a pot of honey has nothing on the flow of cars coming past the impatient waiting you. and a rock on the head of the person who is renovating along upper quarterdeck with dump trucks and the works. did i mention speed humps that popped up overnight? did i mention driving to the end of your road to find an enormous hole there? did i mention trucks and machines at 6am?
i often wonder about the moments when i look out the window and it is the very moment of a whale breech. i know then without a doubt that I am the ‘chosen one’. it surely makes sense, as once a year i turn into a mooshy, uninhibited, sloppy kelp-hugging, whale adoring human being. as i write a whale has chosen to reveal its splendour, to me, the one and only. it has breached numerous times, slapped its tale on the water and harumphed loudly across the bay. in my next life i WILL be a whale. just as long as i don’t have to be a male, as there is no way i’m logging along with one ton of testicle in me, nor 1.5 metres of genitalia. no sirree, not for me. although i’m still deciding whether being a cow has it’s perks or a serious flaw in nature, as when mating season comes the female has a a fine time with an assortment of males. the actual deed is over in a few seconds, but the ritual continues for hours. (noisily i might add)
each whale season there is something new to awe me. one year it was countless breaches, this year has been the year of the juvenile. i think it has something to do with the birth of my nephew, as it started on the day of his birth, when we witnessed a mother and calf playing very closely to the shore/catwalk. the calf was tiny and could possibly have been born that day. how wonderful to watch them playing, with the mother lifting the baby in her back. (whoosh , there goes another breech on my widescreen). yesterday we witnessed a calf breaching perilously close to dangerbeach again and again. there’s one thing the whales get right and that is pure enjoyment of their 80 ton bodies in this huge expanse of ocean. (Harumph!)
i’ve stopped running for the camera after 5 years of whaling. the anxiety of getting the right shot takes you away from the omniscient moment and into a little lens. bugger getting the shot to put on facebook, this is the real thing. this is national geographic without the screen, it is planet earth in my back garden, it is church without the men in frocks, it is the game reserve without the wild card.
they have harumphed lullabies for us at night and bared there bristly baleen by day. i know now the words logging, breaching, fluking and sailing. so evidently living at the ocean has turned me into one of those tide-watching, dolphin-hugging, sea urchin-collecting, whale-singing, moon-watching oddities. yes sirree, that’s me….
now where did i put my wetsuit….?
doodles & ramblings 