Keep it moving
When I moved to Cape Town, one of the biggest stresses in my life, was to find a job. I had worked at a small satellite company back in Jozi, where I felt very at home. I thought that I wanted to work for a large company and get all the perks, but I was very wrong.
I handed in my resignation today. I'm just not happy here and it's not what I thought it would be. I feel bad for some people though, but it's something I have to do.
Warren's boss has offered me a position at their company and I've accepted. We are both a little concerned that seeing each other everyday my have an effect on our relationship, but I'm trying to see things in a more positive light. There are many advantages coming from this and it is going to be trial and error. I'm very happy that I'll be moving jobs and uber excited.
I'll be starting a new year with a new job! Wish me luck!!!
The security is definately up to something.
They're visiting me once again, only this time asking me if there are any people with "disabilities" on my floor.
I kinda think the librarian's a bit of a disability.
But that doesn't count, right?
Should I be worried if the security from downstairs comes to my floor and hands me a 25 page booklet on bombs, bomb threats and bomb awareness training?
9 drawings for projection
I cannot remember the last time I had such a discouraging Saturday. It felt like I accomplished nothing, which, in actual fact, is true. Okay, besides getting all the washing done which I do just about every Saturday. So that hardly counts as an “accomplishment”. But let’s not harp on the negative and let’s try look at things in a more positive light. I’ll just keep telling myself that “these things happen for a reason”.
I saw an advertisement in the newspaper for William Kentridge’s 9 Films for Projection. For those non art fans, Kentridge creates short films from a succession of charcoal drawings. He uses the same piece of paper whereby he adds and erases the changes as opposed to using a new piece of paper each time, leaving the traces of the previous drawings. He photographs each change and creates a short film.I have never tried to make illustrations of apartheid, but the drawings and films are certainly spawned by and feed off the brutalized society left in its wake. I am interested in a political art, that is to say an art of ambiguity, contradiction, uncompleted gestures, and certain endings; an art (and a politics) in which optimism is kept in check and nihilism at bay.
— William Kentridge
I remember studying his work at school in both art classes I attended. I studied him as a local artist in painting and theory, and as a graphic artist in drawing and printing. There’s just something about his work that I fell in love with.
Wa and I attended the open-air projection on Sunday evening, as it rained out on Saturday (adding to my fruitless day). We parked ourselves on our blanket on the lawn under, what I was hoping would be stars, but which turned out to be clouds, we packed some snacks and of course, the wine! There was also live music (a pianist and the Sontonga Quartet, along with a talented vocalist.) It started to drizzle a little into the screening but Wa and I took cover under our blanket, and we huddled together which was really quite fun.
It was a great experience, and I’m sure my art teacher would be proud of me!
And now... for your entertainment... the stupid Thursday joke
A man goes to the zoo, but when he arrives there is only a dog....
.....It was a shitzu.
I think I have a Flickr problem.
I don’t know what it is.
I dreamt about Flickr last night and all these cool pictures of my old house.
Maybe I’m suffering from a mild case of nostalgia or something.
I want to live in Flickrland with all the awesome pictures.
I’m weird. I know.
A few things I’d love to do/see before I die.
1. Travel the other four provinces of South Africa that I haven’t seen yet.
2. Visit another country.
3. Learn to play the piano or violin.
4. See my face in a magazine.
5. Learn Dutch or Portuguese (properly).
6. See the Northern Lights
7. Get married to the man of my dreams.
8. Experience motherhood.