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.
In Memoriam The Revd Canon Ian Halliday Eve 1933 – 2023
Jesus Appears to Mary Magdalene 11 Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb 12 and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot. 13 They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?” John 20:…
Fun Poems for my Grandchildren and others
Alex and Oooi Alex and Oooi We do not sigh We do not cry When things are tough When things are rough Alex and Oooi, Alex and Oooi We have a go, we have a try We seek advice We search, we spy How others do things Better than Oooi And when we come through…
Poems from the Cederberg
Dear Friends and followers of my blog, Re: Poems from the Cederberg Every years in November I am invited to the Cederberg mountains in the Cape by the Diocesan College Epic programme. My particular task is to take groups of grade 10s, about 15 in a group, on a trail through the Bushmen caves near…
5 comments on “Graffiti Walk in Woodstock during Covid 19”
Hi Bob – Wonderful collection (photo-essay?). Thanks for lifting our spirits!
This is beautiful 🙂 thank you so much for sharing this!
Superb. Thank you so much for the photographs and so much more you give us all Bob. May you continue for many many years. I thoroughly enjoy your articles
What a feast, thank you. One of my favourites is the man with the leafy beard on the blue building.
Thank you Bob, for an eye-opening trip through woodstock. So many talented people.