Exploring ceramics

As one of my studio electives, I have decided to try a second year course in handbuilt ceramics. There is something about building with clay that just resonates with my African soul. The clay that we use for this course is red, just like the earth back home in South Africa. As a child I…

Tasseomancy

the ancient art of tea leaf divining For one of my courses we had to choose one of the ways of fortune telling, learn more about it and then make art based on that. This has nothing to do with my personal belief system, just so you know. I used matcha tea, mostly, but also…

Making sense of it all

Sometimes there is just so much chaos. I have found that keeping my hands occupied frees my mind to organize and try and make sense out of what is going on. A cousin of mine just lost her daughter in a car accident after months of pain seeing her grandchild to through multiple surgeries and…

Erosion

a poem of love As we slip and slide and negotiate our path through whatever this is between you and me we wear away at each other your tongue softens my gaze your hand exfoliates me until my all is like velvet I rub your feet, all skins and scales You could build a shelter…

I hate winter, OK?

My search for January sunshine Those that know me, are well aware that I don’t winter well. I am an African kid. I like the sun on my pale skin. I do not like snow, never have, never will. But I live in Canada. Usually my survival method is a quick getaway to the Caribbean,…

2021 and Kitsch

In this weird year I am having a slow start. It is the 13th today and last night, during my first English Literature class (Theme: Comics/the Graphic novel) I decided to keep my hands busy. The result? I painted a rock like my dear late mother-in-law would have loved. She painted all kinds of things…

The Four bodies – a poem

The four bodies Entangled, we are moss and wool surround our senses our eyeballs misted, let the tears flow freely – they take the yellow toxin down the street, meander around the breasts down the stream, while they are dripping two ladybugs follow in the path of destruction sucking up the sweet pollen and sweat…

Fifty seconds

My first hyperlapse The first time I played with time-lapse on my phone, I decided to make an intuitive piece. I just started with lines on watercolour paper and then see what comes out. From there I do the first thing that comes to mind, even if it is take the ink and spill it…

Looking back at 2020

The year we will never forget I actually caught myself thinking, “What was my favourite thing about this year?” before remembering my proclamation that I don’t subscribe to favourite things. Do you know how many people ask me (an artist) what is my favourite colour? Like, how can you have favourite colour when that would…

Bob Ross paint day

My daughter is in school in California and every time she visits, we try to do a Bob Ross day, but life just seems to get in the way. At last, today, that plan came to fruition. She is in school to be a doctor, I don’t paint landscapes and yet there we were, oil…