Pencil and brush marker in Seawhite of Brighton sketchbook
Showing posts with label South Africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South Africa. Show all posts
24/01/2011
Back home and South Africa, 25 December 2010
Back home after a long time away, and flailing in stuff that needs to be done, so the scanning of my sketchbook will be slow. These lemons from an exercise with my brother upon my arrival: I think his may have been his first drawing ever.
20/01/2011
19/01/2011
16/01/2011
Mother and child
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This is the young wife and one year old son of the cook at the residential hotel where my mother lives. They live in a room off the basement garage; their older boy is somewhere "at home" with grandparents. This child and I have taken to each other and the father says, only half jokingly, take him to England, give him a good life. Then we all laugh uncomfortably. Anything else I might say here would be mawkish. Bring on Madonna or Angelina Jolie... I can see the temptation, the smug pat on one's own back. |
15/01/2011
12/01/2011
Karoo Stopover: the food chain
Beautiful, isolated spot, fantastic hospitality and food, and one of the other guests was someone I met over twenty years ago and have not seen since. When I saw the newly born calves, I did have to try and forget the sign I'd seen pointing to the farm's abattoir.
11/01/2011
09/01/2011
08/01/2011
Cultural relativism: courtesy
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This woman's blindness was achieved courtesy of her husband and a knobkierrie. For those ignorant of this tool, it is a club 'used mainly in Southern and Eastern Africa', dixit Wikipedia. Typically they have a large knob at one end 'and can be used for throwing at animals in hunting or for clubbing an enemy's head.' For anyone concerned about the objectification of people before the camera lens, she was a willing and paid accomplice to this photograph, which was embedded in a long conversation in the gardens outside of Cape Town's National Gallery. |
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