The artworks made the small gallery feel like a surreal wonderland. As you walk in, the green leaves on the back wallpaper was in tune with the beautiful acrylic paintings on the walls, framing the space into a literal artistic oasis. That’s exactly what the local Garden Route artist, Ingrid Nuss, calls her exhibition: Oases … Continue reading Oases of the Mind: Ingrid Nuss solo exhibition
I had the opportunity to watch Frank Opperman's one-man show, Donkie, in our town hall last week. It was organised by one of the local church committees as a fundraising event. The comical drama has just finished showing at the annual KKNK in Oudtshoorn, and since I couldn't attend the festival this year, I was excited to attend a show I wouldn't otherwise have gotten the chance to see.
The weather is dreary. There are grey clouds obscuring the sun and a rude wind picking at the branches of the trees. Luckily, I'm safe inside the wood and glass panels of the Botlierskop restaurant, where the grass roof overhead seems undisturbed by the storm that's been brewing over the area for the last few days. This game reserve is quite popular with tourists, and looking at the view of the small green valley with roaming rhinos and springboks, I can understand why.
A few weeks ago, I hurt my shoulder while swimming in the ocean. This probably doesn't seem as upsetting to you as it does to me. It was quite embarrassing, because I grew up in those same waves, at the same beach at Hartenbos, the little bit of ocean I've always been used to. It just shows you how Mother Nature keeps prevailing. Unconquerable.
When I’m travelling, sometimes words just aren’t enough to accurately capture a moment. Sometimes I stand in awe of a beautiful landscape, or I pick up pretty seashell that I’m afraid to lose later, or I want to always remember the image of a wild horse I saw in the Namib desert. I mean, words describe them well enough, but isn’t there a way to capture it visually, too, so you can reimagine yourself even more vividly back to that moment?
Recently, this chamber choir (that I'm the newest member of) was part of a mass choir group that performed with the world renowned Dutch organist, Martin Mans. He's famous for his improvisations of popular classical and devotional music, hymns and folk songs. I know, the organ is not your typical light listening musical instrument. But trust me, if you've never experienced the resonating power of an organ's sound in a church or a cathedral... You haven't lived.
When you walk into Baruch’s Coffee Shop, you find yourself in a broad space filled with vintage decorations against the walls and among the small tables, complete with second-hand books and old kitchenware.
Every time I'm in Sedgefield, there are five to twelve paragliders in the sky. Just minding their own business, floating in front of the hills over the piece of Garden Route valley between Wilderness and Knysna. Today was no different. They were the colourful specks of peace above the swarming turmoil that was the Saturday market at Sedgefield.
