Beats me

Apologies. I can’t be long. I need to buy a drum. There are no djembe drums from West Africa, looking for new owners in my new, rural community. Since I arrived home last night, my fingers are tapping everything in sight – kitchen counter, bed sheets, oatmeal pot half...

Beach Calligraphy

A washout of creativity and fun. This year is my first Fynarts experience as I am a newbie to Hermanus; a recent transplant from the roadrace and brightlights of Sea Point. I am slowly finding waze to meet local people and add my spice to the mix. Fynarts seemed a...
It takes a village…

It takes a village…

It takes a village to raise a sentence. Trying my hand at calligraphy feels almost as challenging as raising a child and I realize it takes a village to create a sentence that has the artistry, flair and flourish of calligraphic script. I’m trying to listen to inner...

Finding niksen in the gaps.

The Dutch have managed to name a state of being that I am in love with today. It’s a word that explains exactly how it feels to be turning 70 – tomorrow.  One last day in the republic of sixty nine. Tomorrow I will finally have grown up.  No more asking permission for...