Shades and Tones

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“Like a Virgin” and “Like a prayer”

Hi everyone,

Just a quick reminder that the group exhibition: Shades and Tones at the Hermanus Fynarts Festival, opened on the 8th of June and will run until the 17th. So if you are in the area, feel free to pop in.

(for more details regarding location etc. click on the link above.)

Curator Dal Botha asked 33 South African artists working with ‘fiber’ to participate in this exhibition. The brief asked everyone to interpret a piece of music or song using ‘textile-art’. I feel honored to be a part of this show.

I chose 2 songs by Madonna and use it as titles for my work in this exhibition.

Anyway, I will say goodnight with some great “Madonna” quotes I found via the @_nitch account on Instagram:

 

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My story. Part 1. Introduction.

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Yours truly …once upon a time

 

My mother and her sister (my godmother) with “me” as a doll

Perhaps the ‘doll’ actually inhabits my “narrative of origins” in art – just as felt and grease inhabit Joseph Beuys’s?

This is a group photo of my grandparents. This photo was taken on the wedding day of my paternal grandmother with her 3rd husband (middle).  With them, on either side are my maternal grandparents.

I believe my grandmother introduced me to fairytales.

My grandmother age 16, and a note she wrote :

My parents.

 

In summary:

To be continued….

 

 

 

about killing a monkey, like a virgin and like a prayer….

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Once upon a time I received a stuffed monkey from my brother in law. The monkey reminded me of a Tori Amos song called “Bliss”

and so: “Father I killed my monkey” (2015 version) was born :

….it was a piece where I experimented with stretching the rubber like a canvas and using oil paint straight onto the rubber as well….

but not feeling totally satisfied, I reworked it, covering the oil paint with thread yet again:

Now in 2019, I am invited to show work at the Hermanus Fine Arts Festival which starts on the 7th of June 2019.

33 South-African artists working with textile/fiber were invited with a brief to come up with work inspired by ‘music’ for the group exhibition titled: Shades and tones.

Not feeling satisfied with “Father I killed my monkey” I decided to ‘kill the monkey’ and rework it again. This time using Madonna as a starting point for this music-themed exhibition, not because I am a fan (I still prefer to listen to Tori)  but because I admire how Madonna has always pushed the boundaries.  I decided to focus on two songs from her early work, and use it as titles for these:

detail Like a Virgin

Like a virgin (2019) 106 x 70 cm Cotton thread and rubber

Like a prayer

Since on the subject of ‘music’….I would like to leave you with this quote from Patti Smith:

“That’s what artists do, that’s what poets do…we all do it.  We start with something, and sometimes we destroy everything that we’ve made in order to get to the core place where we started from.”

 

 

 

May 2019 Autumn studio news:

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“Sometimes, when I find I haven’t written a single sentence after scribbling whole pages, I collapse on my couch and lie there dazed, bogged in a swamp of despair, hating myself and blaming myself for this demented pride that makes me pout after a chimera.  A quarter of an hour later, everything has changed; my heart is pounding with joy.” Gustave Flaubert

All rubber-wrapped-up for this coming winter….

“The artist’s life cannot be otherwise than full of conflicts, for the two forces are at war within him – on the one hand the common human longing for happiness, satisfaction and security in life, and on the other a ruthless passion for creation which may go so far as to override every personal desire…There are hardly any exceptions to the rule that a person must pay dearly for the divine gift of creative fire.” Carl Jung

Dear friends….

it feels like i’m entering ‘hibernation’ mode for this coming winter, so I’ve been a bit slow with the studio-newsletter thing….but here’s a link:

https://mailchi.mp/9e0355915133/aprilmay-2019-studio-newsletter

“Unless you have been thoroughly drenched in perspiration you cannot expect to see a palace of pearls on a blade of grass.” The Blue Cliff Record

re-arranging my ‘atelier’/studio

stitching…studio view

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Studio view

On another note….I received this message today:

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!
You registered on WordPress.com 8 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
Wow, 8 years! Thanks WordPress! And thank you to YOU out there, for reading my blog!
(Now I just have to work on the ‘good blogging’ part 😉

 

“nothing to gain and nothing to lose”

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The play-pretend queen found a story about a ‘flute player”, and she would like to share it with you….


“A new flute was invented in China.  A Japanese master musician discovered the subtle beauties of its tone and brought it back home, where he gave concerts all around the country.  One evening he played with a community of musicians and music lovers who lived in a certain town.  At the end of the concert, his name was called.  He took out the new flute and played one piece.  When he was finished, there was silence in the room for a long moment.  There the voice of the oldest man was heard from the back of the room:  “Like a god!” 

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The next day, as this master was packing to leave, the musicians approached him and asked how long it would take a skilled player to learn the new flute.  “Years,” he said.  They asked if he would take a pupil, and he agreed.  After he left, they decided among themselves to send a young man, a brilliantly talented flutist, sensitive to beauty, diligent and trustworthy.  They gave him money for the living expenses and for the master’s tuition, and sent him on his way to the capital, where the master lived.

The student arrived and was accepted by his teacher, who assigned him a single, simple tune.  At first he received systematic instruction, but he easily mastered all the technical problems.  Now he arrived for his daily lesson, sat down, and played his tune – and all the master could say was, “Something lacking.” The student exerted himself in every possible way,  he practiced for endless hours, yet day after day, week after week, all the master said was, “something lacking.” He begged the master to change the tune, but the master said no.  The daily playing , the daily “something lacking” continued for months on end.  The student’s hope of success and fear of failure became ever magnified, and he swung from agitation to despondency.

Finally the frustration became too much for him.  One night he packed his bag and slinked out.  He continued to live in the capital city for some time, longer, until his money ran dry.  He began drinking.  Finally, impoverished, he drifted back to his own part of the country.  Ashamed to show his face to his former colleagues, he found a bat far out in the countryside.  He still possessed his flutes, still played, but found no new inspiration in music.  Passing farmers heard him play and send their children to him for beginners’s lessons.  He lived this way for years.

One morning there was a knock at  his door.  It was the oldest past-master from his town, along with the youngest student.  They told him that tonight they were going to have a concert, and they had all decided it would not take place without him.  With some effort they overcame his feelings of fear and shame, and almost in a trance he picked up a flute and went with them. The concert began.  As he waited behind the stage, no one intruded on his inner silence.  Finally, at the end of the concert, his name was called.  He stepped out the stage in his rags.  He looked down at his hands, and realised that he had chosen the new flute.

Now he realized that he had nothing to gain and nothing to lose.  He sat down and played the same tune he had played so many times for his teacher in the past.  When he finished, there was silence for a long moment.  Then the voice of the oldest man was heard speaking softly from the back of the room:  ” Like a god!” 

quoted from a book I received as a gift recently called: “Free Play” by Stephen Nachmanovitch

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Anyway, I hope you all had a wonderful Easter-weekend! Take care…xxx

Rabbit! where did you hide those eggs, girl? (detail of a work which I will tell you more about later)