Makan’s was a life of fullness and thoughtfulness; it was only in her mid-30s that she began to weave a grown-up narrative of artmaking blending her aptitude for a wide range of research interests and her love of family, with oil paint and later, the stuff of embroidery and haberdashery.
‘Master Harold’ is about the love and the shame and the hate that gets rolled into one messy stream of anger in the face of caring for a broken parent. And it is about the way in which a primal gesture can so sully a conversation that it annuls it.
WHAT POWER DOES a government have in whitewashing filthy sins of the past? When Lithuanian officer Jonas Noreika was killed in 1947 by the KGB, he was revered as a martyr for his country, and the celebrations of his life ran so thick with enthusiasm, that his crimes […]
EVERYONE KNEW HER face. Everyone. When SABC anchor Tracy Going was brutally beaten by her boyfriend, it was knowledge instantly in the public domain. This was a story that rocked South Africa, not only for its grotesquely sensationalist value, but it opened up a whole hornet’s nest of […]
A NAME SYNONYMOUS with music radio, David Blood was legendary in so many ways. He had a dulcet voice, an impeccable understanding of the political currents that conflated with culture, and an ability to shapeshift and re-invent himself as the industry changed in values and priorities. He also […]
YOU MAY FIND it difficult to believe that the glossy corporateness of the Standard Bank Gallery in central Johannesburg could be challenged to its very core. There are only a few days left in the Johannesburg season of the exhibition of Igshaan Adams, the 2017 Standard Bank Young […]
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