Four days in the Art World

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So as you know the Turbine Art Fair happened over the weekend from 11 – 14 July 2019…and I would like to share my adventures with you:

Oh my what big wings you have said mini-me

The adventure started on the 10th of July, flying to Johannesburg with my Mini-me companion. Why is she called Mini-Me you might ask, well…

Me and Mini-me

In preparation for the fair I started to re-read the book: Seven days in the art world by Sarah Thorton, and I quote:

“Poe believes that an art fair can be a tough environment for an artist. ‘ If they are any good, they make art because they have to. They don’t do it to please the market. So for some artists, hanging out here can mess with their heads.”

I wanted to test this theory and check it out for myself.

Anyway, I had my first Gautrain experience where i almost got fined for chewing gum, because in all the excitement I did not notice this sign!

Gautrain station

OPENING NIGHT 11/07/2019 (Thursday)

Installation view at the Turbine art fair – opening night. Photo credit: Sherilea Gaspar

On the opening night I wore a rubber hooped skirt and rubber collar, (envisioned by me, but created with the help from the Tailor: William Mills in  Stilbaai.) The headdress I embroidered and made myself. (It used to be the wings of another sculpture that I took apart)

I really love the colour of the wall, which was the idea of the Millennium gallery who represented my work at the fair. I feel it really complimented the work installed.

The opening night was great, and I’ll admit that I felt like some sort of princess at a ball, having a ball 😉 …..(to have a ball. (Enjoy oneself enormously, as in It was a great trip—I had a ball. This idiom uses the noun ball in the sense of “a gala dance.” [ Slang; 1920s])

FRIDAY (open to the public) 12/07/2019

I enjoy dressing up since age 5, and for events like these, i like to wear the medium I make my art with…rubber. So on this day I decided to only wear the rubber crown, but with a rubber collar and some dramatic make-up:

Photographer: Alon Skuy

The photo below was taken in the Millennium gallery booth…who also exhibited the work of Norman Catherine (see the artworks behind me). It was an honor for me that my work was exhibited in the same space as his and also with the work by artist Colbert Mashile (whose work was on the opposite wall)

JULY 12, 2019. Hannalie Taute, , at The Millennium Gallery. RMB Turbine Art Fair (RMB TAF) Its the 7th edition of the Fair. “RMB TAF, since its inception in 2013, has grown extensively year on year and 2019 will see the most substantial Fair yet in a new location – 10 Fricker Rd, Illovo from 12 – 14 July with a preview evening on 11 July.” PHOTOGRAPH: ALON SKUY

SATURDAY 13/07/2019

…its time to introduce you to the owner of the Millennium Gallery: Ronel van der Vyfer!

with Ronel van der Vyfer director of the Millennium gallery based in Pretoria

“A great dealer does a good job for the collector but a great job for the artist. A great adviser does a good job for the artist but a great job for the collector.” (another quote from the book: Seven days in the art world.)

SUNDAY 14/07/2019

So on Sunday I wore A blue dress, and fellow artist Zelda Stroud mentioned that outfit reminds her of the “Blourokkies” I was not familiar with this term and she explained it to me, but here is the shortened version found on the internet:

2. colloquial. [Named for the sky-blue uniform of the sect.] A name given to a woman belonging to the Pentecostal ‘Latter Rain’ or ‘Spade Reën’ sect.

[1972 The women..wear a uniform consisting of a sky-blue dress worn well below the knee, with headdress to match…This uniform ensures that they are modestly and neatly dressed, independently of changing fashions.]
In retrospect i find this fascinating, since I wasn’t familiar with this sect, and I’m not religious in this sense,  but funny enough I chose to wear this on a Sunday with a very different headdress than what I can imagine they wore back then 😉
another definition I found is this:

1. Prison slang. rare. [Probably by analogy with Afrikaans bloubaadjie the blue jacket worn in the past by long-term male prisoners (see bloubaadjie).] A female habitual criminal, sentenced to an indeterminate period in goal; this sentence. See also blue-coat sense 1.

1969 A. Fugard Boesman & Lena 7 Oppas they don’t get you. Blourokkie next time they catch you stealing.
The latter definition fits with the helmet I wore (sondebok) 😉
anyway…..

Highlights of the fair include meeting fascinating people ranging from art students, fellow artists, friends, art lovers young and old and of course interesting art collectors:

“It’s not just about buying a piece. Its about buying into someone’s life and where they are going with it.  Its a mutual commitment, which is pretty intense.” – quote from the book: Seven days in the Art World.

One of the interesting art collectors with my work: wild thing. It makes me smile every time I see this image

“Collector should be and earned category. An artist doesn’t become an artist in a day, the same with a collector.  It’s a lifetime commitment and a life process.” quoted from the book: Seven days in the art world by Sarah Thornton.

So there you have it dear friends…I would like to thank each and everyone responsible for making this one helluva unforgettable experience!

I’ll leave you with this quote I found on the internet by Tennessee Williams:

“Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?”

 

 

 

 

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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

Studio view

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!” 

Sketchbook page. Mixed media

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

Sketchbook page. Mixed media

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)

Nul, nil, zero, niks, nada, nothing

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“Nul was nie altyd n getal nie.  Wel eintlik was dit, want sonder nul kan daar nie een wees nie.  Maar mense het dit nie altyd geweet nie, want as n mens tel, begin jy gewoonlik by een.  In Indie en China het hulle eers ongeveer 400vC die nul gebruik, en die Antieke Grieke het lank gedebatteer oor of nul regtig n getal is.  Vandag weet ons dat jy nie wiskunde kan doen sonder om die nul te gebruik nie, en sonder nul sou rekenaars nie geprogrammeer kon word nie.

Nul word ook nil, zero of niks genoem.

Nul is:

  • n Heelgetal
  • n Gelyke getal
  • n nie-re:elegetal (maar dit is te moeilik om te verduidelik)

As jy nul by n getal tel of dit daarvan aftrek, bly die getal dieselfde.

As jy nul met enige getal vermenigvuldig is die antwoord nul.

Geen getal kan deur nul gedeel word nie.

Die antwoord is sinloos”

Uit die boek: ‘oor n motorfiets, n zombiefliek en lange getalle wat deur 11 gedeel kan word” geskryf deur Jaco Jacobs (n film met die naam: “Nul is nie niks nie” was ook geinspireer deur die boek.) Ons en die kinders het albei geniet.

Ek het vandag ‘niks’ gedoen. Veral as mens net (naald)werk as “iets” tel. Vandag het ons wel rekenaar-speletjies gespeel en beskuit gebak. So vandag se niks was nie nul nie.

O ja en ek het die “Meyers Briggs” toets gedoen vir die pret, nadat n vriendin vir my hierdie skakel gestuur het:

https://www.16personalities.com

My “uitslag/persoonlikheid” was deur die program opgesom met die volgende aanhaling:

“What do you mean “life is boring?” Are we living on the same planet?”

Nou ja, gepraat van wiskunde, toetse, plante en planete…. laat ek afsluit met die interessante idee wat ek op die internet raak gelees het.

“Plants that perform arithmetical divisions to not starve at night.  The Arabidopsis plant is a mathematical genius….” lees gerus verder by:

https://Amazing.zone/plants-that-perform-arithmetical-divisions-to-not-starve-at-night