Warning: Nudity ahead

I teach two middle school boys art, home school, Covid, you know. The youngest one is 11. He asked me, “Why do artist paint naked people? Nobody wants to see that. Put some clothes on them!” How do you explain the freedom of flesh? The precious movement of a muscle under skin, veins, scars, the…

Bad to the Bone

In my first year Painting course, we had to explore one topic multiple ways. For first semester of first year painting, I explored mostly with acrylic paint, but brought in some 3D touches. I decided to work with skulls. This first one was made using only twenty brush strokes. Not as easy as you would…

Pretty Flowers

As an artist there is always the stand-off between expression and audience. It is so easy to make pretty art. It does not say anything, but it is beautiful, decorative, easy to sell. People like pretty flowers. It is quite amazing when you pour your soul onto a canvas, when you go to that special…

In the Beginning

Nothing exists until you say its name. When you name something, now it exists. You don’t agree? OK. Is there a corporation? What is a corporation? It is just an entity that exists on paper because you said so. The Bible tells us, in the Beginning there was the Word. Other creation stories have different…

Inside OUT/ Outside IN

Enough Enough My inner world my sacred space my quiet being is at rest tonight Remember the disco ball laser light gin-infused cacophonic Fridays? Remember when you came home and ate cheese and stuffed your socks in your bra oh was I sexy and seductive! and my inner voice, so loud and obnoxious screaming profanities…

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,…