After lunch my good friend the artist Whitney Mcveigh drives me on a stomach churning buggy ride to the cave "it's whe-e-e-e-re the py-y-y-thon lives... strew-ew-ewn with por-or-or-cu-cu-pi-i-i-ne Read more [...]

There is something surreal about the hours drive past the industrial car selling district of , past the shopping malls of Clearview and past the drive-thru Nandos and Macdonlads and into the countryside Read more [...]

Last night I had an enjoyable Italian dinner in Rosebank by The Hyatt with a finance executive from the city of Johannesburg who recently returned from Brazil. She introduced me to BRIC a term used for Read more [...]

Nov 7 2010: This is an astonishing work, raw and visceral, compellingly tol and yet with enough balance and humour to prevent the play tipping over into maudlin sentimentality. The direction is tight, Read more [...]

Nov 5 2010: Very occasionally a piece of art exists which is so powerful that if allowed to come into your life, it will turn your perspectives inside out. Lemn Sissay’s something Dark with its candid Read more [...]

For an artist learning about management is crucial. A winning relationship demands clear and transparent working practise, plus the manager must respect the artist and vice versa. This “respect” Read more [...]

As dawn delivers its chorus sun stretches molten arms through night clouds that evaporate in light of the new day. The jacarandas have sown leaves across the road at midnight to harvest my gaze this morning. Read more [...]

In the apartheid era it was for whites only. If black skinned you needed a pass signed by a white person. Even then you could only walk in restricted areas and with your head down. It was important Read more [...]

Security is big business in South Africa. Insecurity is even bigger business because it manufactures the need for security and as the need for security is established the industry develops the products Read more [...]

Saturday on stage was the most challenging because of Cocaine and Alcohol his girlfriend. As if watching TV they sat on the front row and talked at me in a stoned slurr from the opening curtains until Read more [...]