Saturday, July 31, 2010
And despite my appreciation of all things luxe and lavish, I have an especial admiration for that which is crafted with restraint.
In a country like South Africa where there is a chasm in society between the wealthy and poor, excess has a way of contaminating things, a reality which is often lost on those expressing that opulance.
So this glorious celebration scene styled by Lo Bjurnuf for Ikea carries with it a resonance of that sensitivity.
In its gentle simplicity lies the perfect space to be happy, and animate the memory beyond the setting.
And although his powerful mixed media originals are beyond the average budget, his prints available through The Artist's Press are somewhat more accessible.
In his Jazz series, Sam pays tribute to some of the great Jazz artists who have influenced his life. Thelonius Monk, Ron Carter and Nina Simone all get the nod through his dramatic lithographs.
Despite my inherent hypochondria, I am always reluctant to pay a visit to the doctor.
This, in spite of the fact that I have a not very secret yearning to be one.
It is also why (to the chagrain of my daughter Skye), I insist on dropping into every possible conversation the fact that she is one of these learned professionals.
Every suspect ache and pain, seems to me a sign of imminent doom, and since a visit to the doctor may confirm the awful suspicion, they are best avoided.
Instead, once a lengthy period of time has lapsed, I can feel comforted by the belief that the insistent ache is nothing sinister after all, or less comfortably, become even more frightened at the thought that it is now too late to heal!
And so, suitably alarmed by the knowledge that a close friend's early diagnosis led to a very thankful outcome, and at her behest, I took myself off for a mamogram this week!
Nothing could have prepared me for the traumatic assault.
Joanne, the radiographer seemed intent on reducing my much admired cleavage to a pan caked version of its former self.
My rather generous breasts have ably nourished my four children, and still managed to survive this with some rather admirable bouyancy intact, but all that may well have been undone by the relentlessly squashing mamogram.
'Can I be honest?' she asked with an air of resignation, and before I could answer, 'You were the worst I've ever had!'
Funny, how even the most everyday things can offer us little messages just when we need them. so that we can discover even in a humble bowl of pasta, secrets to the meaning of life!
When Mr Nielson better known as Sid. and I were very young we spent a lot of time searching for that elusive meaning of life secret thing!
We had time, in between idling about on Wits Campus to look for it in every nook and cranny.
We loved nothing better then pondering about it every chance we got, and because we were young and of course, knew everything, it seemed like something we could take home and file along with our degrees, ( ok Rob, my unfinished degree) on a shelf marked 'Everything you ever wanted to know about the meaning of life but were too afraid to ask.'
Mr Nielson and I found ourselves a 'perfect living Master', we became vegetarians, wore cheesecloth and wished everyone Rhada Swami before swanning off to India to sit at the Master's perfect feet!
I thought of that spiral today as I prepared a bowl of pasta, watching as the whirls of plumped gluten absorbed flavour and richness. For of course, the secrets of life are meant to elude us but as we nurture with love those around us, we can catch a glimpse of it in the sacred geometry of the universe.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
It has that lovely French Countryside sensibility that I so enjoy, and was designed by her very clever architect, husband Dennis Maas.
This is now......
When Erna can't find a home for one of her lovely hounds, she brings them back to her own and they very quickly become part of the family.
And they follow Erna around like a small flock of adoring sheep, each taking turns to sit on her lap like a favourite child!
In time the 'Rescue' unit has become quite a full time pursuit, and to this end on the last Friday of every month, Erna concocts a delicious 'charitea', catering to all manner of strange dietary requirement on the part of her non-canine admirers.We get to sit around on her sunny patio, and enjoy her delicious home bakes whilst supporting her very admirable cause.
If you find yourself in Kenilworth one month end Friday, please join us.