Fringe Weekly Blogs

Landline gossip

Anarchy attracts and repulses me. There are times when I want to defile the picture plane to get rid of any illusion, or any idea that I stood somewhere and painted what I saw. I’ve never seen an...

Landscape or love

My trouble with landscape art began in school when I sat in art class looking at the romantics, wondering where the African bushveld fitted into the lush green hills of European art history. When...

The body is an artist

I’ve got this long running pain in my abdomen and it occurred to my doctor that it could be a prostate gland issue. The next part of the story is so predictable. The patient lowers his trousers a...

Baby superheroes

Clearly Superman wears red and blue because he’s saving America. It’s probably the case with Spiderman also, although because he is covered in webs there’s a lot of black in his costume too. Amaz...

Cynical in the city

Johannesburg gives us many gifts but we never fully appreciate them. The most simple being a place to call home. But home means different things to different people. Johannesburg is as defined by...

Dog artists

There isn’t a dog on earth that doesn’t understand the process of art making. That’s why they don’t let up while one is working. On Instagram I saw a meme that asked ‘is your cat trying to murder ...

Welcome to the matrix of the real

Reprodcution of Artists Works Sometimes, when I start a creating I think of Mopheus’s words from The Matrix: ‘Welcome to the desert of the real.’ I enjoy the fact that it’s a vintage statement ...

A magnificent day in paradise

Well it’s definitely not Bambi in the headlights — and Alice has become the headlights! I hope the painting Headlights to the Dawn will be a celebrated for giving new energy to some very dear old...

Pinocchio and the human heart

There is a print in which I got two random pictures to talk to each other in a meaningful way. The randomness was not really just like throwing two completely unrelated things together into one fr...

Comparing robots and cave men

There are two ways of looking at the minefield of pop art. On the one hand it’s seen as an art of high risk-taking by mavericks who’ve escaped the shackles of the politically correct art set. On ...

Covid and animal crackers

When dark cynicism engulfs the world then it is the duty of an artist to face up to reality along with everyone else. It has been over a year that I, as an artist, have not been able to exhibit o...

Telling tales

If I think of my own journey with comic book characters, I remember a young boy growing up in the suburbs eager to know what would happen to me in a place full of conflict and unresolved issues. ...

Universal love thing

The character of Gutinke Meine is a sculpture of a tiny, lovable creature. It is now evolving into a fully functional being in my painting. It is my response to love that is passed down through g...

Scribbling the subconscious

It’s been almost 90 years since Brassai started photographing graffiti on the walls of Paris. Today there’s nothing particularly special about photographing city walls with markings on them by pe...

Party dresses and party poopers

My ongoing infatuation with Alfred E Neuman, the mascot of the now defunct MAD magazine, is really an infatuation with selfie culture. This is influenced mainly by the way that we don’t really ca...