On one of my morning walks during lock down in the Western Cape I came across a feast of graffiti in Woodstock and Salt River. I have always been fascinated by graffiti on walls and for the most part saw it as unlawfulness and an irritation. I found that the earliest bubble and triangular graffiti wasn’t very exciting or attractive, and seemed to degrade an area.
These day I find myself taking quite a different view. The graffiti artists have come a long way and are producing some wonderful art which is transforming the dreariness of buildings and even homes. I love turning a corner in a street and finding to my surprise a wonderful piece of art inviting me into its world of imagination or telling me something of the history and struggles of the people. You will find that in Woodstock and Salt River. Graffiti art is the urban version of land art, another compelling love of mine.
I am reminded of the words of William Blake
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
From the Everlasting Gospel 1888
It was a wonderful morning’s walk during one of those depressing Covid 19 days when one had had enough of isolation and needed something to raise my spirit. Thank you to the artists of these painting.
This week’s poem is by Margie Weir-Cairns.
Margie writes: I recorded the reading in Cecilia Forest sitting on a rock overlooking False Bay with the sea beckoning. First attempt by memory! Margie worked as a spiritual companion at the Centre for Christian Spirituality for 12 years. She practices Centering Prayer and is actively involved with Contemplative Outreach.
A story by Dorian Haarhoff, poet, writer of childrens’ stories, and writing mentor.
The way of Love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation’.
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall and falling,
they’re given wings.
A photograph by John Donald
In other areas of Woodstock the graffiti acknowledges the poverty and struggles of people and the culture of its peoples, as in the following paintings.
I love this painting of the Emmaus Road by Daniel Bonnell. There are the layered colours, the partially foreboding ultramarine sky, the pink and purple and orange sky which speaks of loss and bereavement but also passion, the cerulean blue above the yellow and orange sun. We see the three lonely figures in the right hand corner of the painting, so vulnerable in the land and skyscape. Yet as they go the new day awakens with brilliant sunlight which will claim that sky and transform the day. What we are seeing in the vast canvas of colour is what is …
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Dear Friends and followers of my Blog, Here are two offerings which I hope may interest you. Season of Creation: Snake and my reading of D.H.Lawrence’s poem and of how it found me. Soul food is also back with various offerings. I have finally transposed a memorial service for my brother-in-law, Billy Cunningham from a Zoom powerpoint onto my blog to make it available to family and friends. Unlike powerpoint the reader has to move the slides move on, and in the right places click the video’s and music to play. It may be of interest to non family members …