Paris: Dirty Floors and Beggars
Like someone who denies their sexuality and only lives from the collar up, so I live from the knees up ignoring my dirty floor in my apartment in the hope that, given sufficient time, it will disappear of its own accord. But wisdom tells me that there will come a day...
Paris: The Man on the Train
His eyes were wild. He was clutching a Bible with a white knuckled fist while beating it on his chest. His mouth was wet with white froth forming in the corners of his thin lips. With passionate abandon he addressed everyone … no it was much more like scolding;...
Paris: How to Eat Escargots
I thought, as I weaved my way through the streets with my glasses rhythmically steaming up with each breath, I'm not really into writing about food, but when one eats the King's Cake (Galette des Rois), it must be reported. Almonds, stewed fruit, a sweet, soft crust....
Paris January 2017: Arrival at the Cité des Arts
I'm going to gossip … I want to tell you about the interesting people I came across yesterday at a function here at the Cité des Arts: The identical twins from Iran (my new author friend from Montreal calls them the Rasputwins) – first impressions, which are...
The Purple Frog: The Story of an Extraordinary Friendship
When I first met her she was sitting on a chair - ice cold, no breath and no pulse. Soon after, a nurse declared her dead. I know nothing about rigor mortis, but thought, how will one get her body into a coffin if she is sitting up? I asked the restaurant manager if...
My Love For Skulls
There is beauty in that that some others may call macabre … I view death for instance as exquisite and wonderous, and then of course, I love sculls. My attraction to it lies in the beauty of its form and its concrete-ness; it is this balance between its delicate...
In the Land of the Blind, the One-Eyed Man is King
IN THE LAND OF THE BLIND, THE ONE-EYED MAN IS KING This phrase is credited to Desiderius Erasmus’s Adagia (circa1500 AD) Latin: in regione caerorum rex est luscus DESCRIPTION: A black clay sculpture of a reclining face of a man. He only has one eye and is resting and...
Restoring Mother Mary – The Gift
MOTHER MARY – THE GIFT The restoration of Mother Mary comes with an endearing story. I recently moved to the magical Rustenberg Wine Farm in Stellenbosch where I am renting a cottage and work in the Brampton Bull Pens which I have transformed into my art studio. When...