History of the Main Complaint - William Kentridge

The man is genius.

Dora

Once upon a time there was a mountain cave. It was deep and dark, as dark as outer space, and inside the cave was treasure. Slaves worked day and night to mount up more treasure.They enlarged the cave with their bare hands, scooping the netrails of the earth, toiling on pain of death, out of sight of sun and moon, so that for them time was measured in hunger and fatigue. They were beaten and hanged, they died of starvation and disease, they lived with the treasure and they slept alongside it in that dank subterranean world. And although they were dirty, the treasure was clean. The cruel masters called the treasure Vengeance. All this happened in a land not so very far away, the land of Goethe and the Brothers Grimm. The cave was called Dora. The name means "gold."

Meanwhile, in the world outside the mountain cave, a great battle raged. The evil masters were defeated; the good masters discovered the cave, liberated the slaves and claimed the treasure. So that none would associate the treasure with the impurities of the cave where it had been born, with the suffering of the slaves who had fashioned it, with the cruelty of the masters who had abused the earth and her gifts in order to possess it, the new masters took the treasure to their own home and made it cleaner still. They took some of the evil masters, too, and cleaned them as well. But they took no slaves, since nothing could make them clean. They called the treasure Apollo, after the sun god. Nothing to do with the earth at all. Earth was written out of the story.
She may have become angry about this.

-Ann-Marie MacDonald, The Way the Crow Flies.

    

Tomorrow, I'll be an astronaut.

 

 

Maybe then you'll care.

18.08.11

The valley is swaddled in sooty cotton clouds.

From the crest of the hill,

I see boys dancing their intricate sequence

of passes and lunges

across the swathe of green grass. 

Their follies are blinding from this vantage point.

A word scrambles across my mind:

 Futility. 

I draw closer and they are no longer in my line of vision.

A motorcycle growls past me. 

It bears a man bundled up in 

monochrome.

Yet, the worn yellow head

of a teddy bear

peeks out at the world passing by. 

The juxtaposition

of army green canvas

and much loved bedmate

makes me wonder.

Another word scrawls itself upon my internal eyes:

Hope.

Unusual

"There's nothing unusual about me. I wear the same clothes as everyone else. I see the right films, read the right books, listen to the right music. I ought to fit in, but somehow I still don't. The problem is me: I just don't match. I'm the wrong shape, somehow, the wrong colour. I like the wrong books. I watch the wrong films in secret. I'm different, whether they like it or not, and I don't see why I should pretend otherwise. But it's hard when everyone else has friends. And it's hard when people only ever really like you when you're being someone else." (The Lollipop Shoes, Joanne Harris)

The Adventures of Rain Dance Maggie

This band kinda rocks my socks.

I must say, the cow bell is a nice touch. 

Other than that, the official video is pretty mediocre.

If you really must see it, you can check it out on their website.

Beetroot & Carrot Cake

Serves 12

3 eggs
300g (375ml) sugar
175ml sunflower oil
5ml vanilla essence
60ml hot water
240g (500 ml) cake flour
15ml baking powder
1ml salt
5ml ground cinnamon
1/2ml ground nutmeg
200g (500 ml) finely grated carrot
100g (250ml) finely grated beetroot
50g (125ml) coarsely chopped pecan nuts or walnuts (although any nuts will do)


1. Preheat the oven to 180°.
2. Generously grease two baking pans.
3. Separate the eggs. Place the yolks into a large mixing bowl or a food processor.
4. Add the sugar, oil, vanilla essence and hot water. Beat or process until just combined. 
5. Add the flour, baking powder, salt and spices. Beat or process until smooth. Add the carrot, beetroot and nuts and mix until just combined.
6. Beat the egg whites until stiff. Fold into the batter until evenly combined.
7. Pour into the prepared tins and bake for 40-45 minutes, until the cake is golden brown and firm and a cake tester comes out clean.
8. Allow the cake to cool for at least 10 minutes. Remove carefully and place on a plate.

Enjoy! :)

  

Eadweard Muybridge

Guess who's doing art research...

And getting completely distracted.



Your Guess is as Good as Mine

Never Let Me Go

I wanted to cry.

"I come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I've lost since my childhood is washed out."

"What I'm not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through, or feel we've had enough time."

Jersey

Wool.

Wholrs of softness.

Decadent, creamy.

It kept a bleating beast warm many winters ago.

Plaited.

External vertabrae extending down the abdomen.

Homemade.

Each stitch bears a burden of care.

Water.

Shrunken, wizened with years of sitting in the cupboard.

Grandfather.

 Cancer carried him away.

 I was too young to fully appreciate his wisdom.   

   This exudes warmth

As the frigid air wraps intself around my fingertips.

hands

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