MICHAEL MACGARRY: Superstructure SETLAMORAGO MASHILO: Against the Grain DYLAN LEWIS: Apex BLESSING NGOBENI: Skeletons at Work DANIEL NAUDÉ: The Bovine Prophecy BRETT MURRAY: Hide GILLIAN CONDY: Tswalu - A New Beginning ABONGILE SIDZUMO - WINNER OF THE BLESSING NGOBENI ART PRIZE : Dancing in the Dust PINK: Art Joburg Group Exhibition ODYSSEY WAYNE BARKER: Love Light in the Time of Corona NIC BLADEN: Arid COLBERT MASHILE: What I Dreamt During Times of Drought GARY STEPHENS: Local BAMBO SIBIYA: Slow Down Tiger GROUP EXHIBITION: TINY2020 GUY DU TOIT: And all the hares came out to play From The Archives MASTERPIECE ONLINE STILL The Clarity of Wilderness - Tswalu. Mzimba used his brush and canvas to restore the dignity and stature of Africans. ![]() Bitches Brew NORMAN CATHERINE - Head to Toe DYLAN LEWIS - Recent Leopard Maquettes GITHAN COOPOO - Desi Casual Glamour FERDI DICK - Lion's Breath SEASON'S GREETINGS EVERARD READ AT LEEU ESTATES RINA STUTZER & ANGUS TAYLOR - Tswalu Residency Exhibition BRETT CHARLES SEILER - scenes from an apartment Harold Voigt | OctoSUMMER EXHIBITION | 2022 TERESA KUTALA FIRMINO - The Owners of the Earth (Vissaquelo) NEILL WRIGHT - A New Solitude THONTON KABEYA - Pasada AYANDA MABULU - The Healers ANCESTORS AND DREAMS IN AFRICAN ART NICOLA BAILEY - The Tenderness of Ghosts ARCOlisboa 2022 LIONEL SMIT - Interlude LEONORA EVERARD-HADEN - A Life in Landscapes 1-54 Paris Contemporary Art Fair 3D IN 22: South African Contemporary Sculpture WAYNE BARKER: Cathedral of my Garden SEASON'S GREETING ANDRZEJ URBANSKI - Irregular ANGUS TAYLOR BOOK LAUNCH: Mind Through Materials AGOODJIE: Nandipha Mntambo A PREDICTION: by Lady Skollie THE ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS SPRING SHOW: A Group Exhibition OPERATING HOURS THEA SOGGOT: Earth, Light and Water Velaphi Mzimba: 19 September 1959 - 24 June 2021 He always liked the strange things I made.ATANG TSHIKARE - Setlhare NANDIPHA MNTAMBO - Chimera TAFADZWA TEGA - Chisi Hachieri Musa Wacharimwa – A seed will take its time to grow Lady Skollie: Winner of the 2022 Standard Bank Young Award for Visual Arts. For now, here is what I have to show - a few grieving maquettes, made in the early hours alongside crying Fleetwood Mac songs. I’ll probably be quiet for a while as I continue to find comfort in making strange little things for myself. I dropped all personal and professional projects once my Dad passed away, and honestly I’m not in a rush to return to normal life. I’m not really sure what this all means for the future. I’m glad I still have that place to go to. I don’t think I would have survived those strange times without having a place to find calm and peace. I largely credit creative pursuits to the reason I’m still here. In my younger years, my struggles with my mental health were soothed with painting, films, and model making. Art-making can’t heal all wounds, but it’s always been there for me when it counts. Cardboard houses and balsa wood shacks were my early councilors, and here they were again. Late one night I grabbed some scraps of cardboard and began making models like the ones I made as a kid. ![]() As Max Porter put it, “Grief felt fourth-dimensional, abstract, faintly familiar.” And so I’m trying to reorient myself in this new dimension.Ī couple of weeks ago in the depths of this fresh grief and puzzlement, I began making things again, for no one other than myself, and perhaps for Dad. Grief is always strange and hazy to some degree, but this time it also feels oddly recognizable. I’m coping ok, I’m just not sure where I should be anymore. It’s hard to explain, especially during a pandemic, when all usual supports and rituals are interrupted, but I certainly feel lost at what might be next. Suddenly, all perspective changes and the world seems different…is different. Since it all happened, I’ve kind of spun out into a void of confusion. He was a rare gem in this world - a beautiful and genuinely kind soul - a quiet, calm, caring man who supported me at every turn and taught me how to be. It’s been a tough, frightening, and deeply upsetting time (pandemic and all) but I was lucky to have my Dad. He had been ill for a while, and although we had hoped he might make it through, unfortunately, the universe had other plans. There’s no great to say it, but my Dad passed away recently. ![]() This past year has been a tough one, and the internet has been the last place I’ve wanted to be.
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