Monday, August 29, 2011
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Citizen12
Every woman needs an alter ego. Beyonce has Sasha Fierce, and I have Citizen12. My alter ego can say what she wants, can be who she wants and take control when I cant. She's edgy in ways that I cant be. She'd look something like this I'm sure.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Which way's North...?
He's my best friend, the love fo my life, if I believed in soulmates, he'd probably be it. It's ugly, it's toxic and it's brutal. I never come out unscathed, never enough to let go entirely, but how much abuse can two people take from eachother? I want to break him into a thousand pieces, but be the only one to put him back together. I want him to chase me so that I can push him away, but I crumble when he touches me; when he so much as looks at me. I feel like Eminem and Rihanna in those songs, love the way you lie. That's just it...that's exactly it. We've scarred eachother deeply, but no one else can mend the cracks, repair the seams.
He gave me an ultimatum..all or nothing. I'm dying inside because the celebrity in me wants to say to him 'run along little boy, you're not needed here', but the me that he knows, the me that he wants...she wants to scream 'don't go!'...but she's lost her voice. I want to be able to give him a straight answer, I want to be able to say yes and jump head first into what could be the best thing to ever happen to me...but then again, the potential for heartbreak seems too great, and when it rains...dear God does it pour.
He gave me an ultimatum..all or nothing. I'm dying inside because the celebrity in me wants to say to him 'run along little boy, you're not needed here', but the me that he knows, the me that he wants...she wants to scream 'don't go!'...but she's lost her voice. I want to be able to give him a straight answer, I want to be able to say yes and jump head first into what could be the best thing to ever happen to me...but then again, the potential for heartbreak seems too great, and when it rains...dear God does it pour.
Tretchikoff
In his own lifetime, Tretchikoff was the only artist who managed to achieve ubiquity amongst the popular masses. Quite simply, one could say he brought art to the people. Unbeknown to many, Tretchikoff was the first artist to make and sell reproductions of his work, making it affordable and accessible to all. At the time, art critics objected, saying he was devaluing and commercialising art. To which he responded, "Why should my art only be available to the rich and famous? I want everyone to enjoy my art."
This said, not only was he a great artist ahead of his time, he was an innovative marketer and successful business man too. Wayne Hemmingway once commented, "Tretchikoff achieved what Andy Warhol stated he wanted to but never could because of his coolness." So in an era when Warhol was just beginning to realise the commercial potential of a reproduced image, Tretchikoff successfully marketed his art prints around the world with 52 exhibitions attended by over 2 million people. Call it what you wish - urban sophisticate, retro kitsch, nostalgic resurrection - Tretchy is just at the beginning of coming into his own centre of gravity. Commercial and connoisseur, the most recent record sale of the 'Fruits of Bali' for R2.74 million would indicate that the art world has finally succumbed to Tretchy's talent as well. These then are just a few of the reasons why we at the Tretchikoff Foundation, feel it appropriate to introduce Tretchikoff to the next generation of art lovers.
I happened to see an exhibition of his work at the Cape Town national Gallery...and I was blown away.
This said, not only was he a great artist ahead of his time, he was an innovative marketer and successful business man too. Wayne Hemmingway once commented, "Tretchikoff achieved what Andy Warhol stated he wanted to but never could because of his coolness." So in an era when Warhol was just beginning to realise the commercial potential of a reproduced image, Tretchikoff successfully marketed his art prints around the world with 52 exhibitions attended by over 2 million people. Call it what you wish - urban sophisticate, retro kitsch, nostalgic resurrection - Tretchy is just at the beginning of coming into his own centre of gravity. Commercial and connoisseur, the most recent record sale of the 'Fruits of Bali' for R2.74 million would indicate that the art world has finally succumbed to Tretchy's talent as well. These then are just a few of the reasons why we at the Tretchikoff Foundation, feel it appropriate to introduce Tretchikoff to the next generation of art lovers.
I happened to see an exhibition of his work at the Cape Town national Gallery...and I was blown away.
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| Zulu Girl |
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Phenomenal Woman
My girlfriends and I have been in bed all day, chilling, vegging, moping. It's women's day and all we can think about is the men in our lives. There is one friend who craves human touch and affection, she's the gorgeous one who cant make up her mind, who toggles between men and thrives of the attention she knows she can squeeze out fo them. She announced she's in a relationship as of last night, cant say I didnt see it coming. Then there's the sweet one, the marshmellow, who rarely opens up and has trouble connecting and trusting men. She prefers the sideline, where it's safe and pain is but a distant illusion. There's the deep one, the tortured soul who's trying her hardest to figure out who she is, meddling with men who are clearly not right for her, and getting attached to the idea of depth and reality. And then there's me...Miss Daddy Issues personified. I bring men too close, hoping they'll fill a void that was eft by the rotten relationship with my father. I jump from heart to heart hoping to find someone who's big enough to fill that space, and when they all inevitably fail, I run straight back to the one man who ever came close to perfect. It's a rollercoaster, our lives as women. We sat for an hour and a half eating chocolate cake, debating the merits of males as a contributing factor to our happiness. But why? I will never understand why. These are soem of the strongest women I know. The most beautiful, smart and confident girls, and yet somewhere beneath the perfectly coifed hair and the colour coordinated nail polish, lay 4 vulnerable women, afraid fo the world, afraid of their past and afriad of themselves. I want to shake each of them and shout 'you don't need him! He needs you!' but somehow the words never make it out of the pit of my stomach. So this is my chance to say it, on the day the world gave to us. Girls, my girls, you are all you will ever need to be happy.
I love you
Phenomenal Woman - Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I love you
Phenomenal Woman - Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
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