In a world enthralled by style, obsessed with the defining image, a photographer who is unconvinced by such an orchestrated luminescence is rare. Margot Muir is uninterested in the artfulness of photography, and its accompanying [...]
Michelangelo’s memorable words, ‘I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free’, are quaint yet enduring. We continue to think of sculpture as the extension of the human spirit, constructed [...]
In Pauline Gutter’s world there is no reason why one should separate Man from Beast, other than narcissism, or vainglory. It is Reason, misguidedly deployed, which codes blood, and makes monsters of men. It was [...]
M.O.L 19 HUMAN GRACE Ashraf Jamal But Isn’t it funny? That when they ask about black childhood, All they are interested in is our pain, As if the joy-parts were accidental. I write love poems, [...]
Graham Abbott's First Analogue Photography Festival -Exhibition in the Spookhuise, Barrydale MOL 16: Analogue Dorp Ashraf Jamal I’m 20ks inland on the Breede River, paging through Roger Ballen’s book of photographs on [...]
REWILDING – IO MAKANDAL By Ashraf Jamal ‘To contaminate, to keep things intertwined in a transformative mutualism is to be sticky with the trouble on terra, now. How else does one envision these speculative futures, [...]
M.O.L 14 ZOOM AND GLOOM OR WISHFUL THINKING? Ashraf Jamal Donna Kukama The Day Vanilla Decide She Was A Spice 2020 172cm x 172cm Graphite, oil pastel, acrylic and wishful thinking on canvas Courtesy [...]
M.O.L 13 ART AS THERAPY By Ashraf Jamal Read more Art Times articles here My copy of Art as Therapy, by Alain de Botton and John Armstrong, is jammed with pink post-its. It’s my go-to [...]
CONFESSIONALE - HUMAN, ALL TOO HUMAN By Ashraf Jamal Deepest Darkest 24 Oct – 6 Dec 2020 www.deepestdarkestart.com Crucible Bodies I - IV, 330 cm x 124 cm (Per Panel), Charcoal on Hahnemuhle Paper, [...]
M.O.L. 12 - GOD’S GREAT CHAPEL Ashraf Jamal Column We are not humans on a spiritual path, but spirits on a human path. My late wife’s words have remained with me these seventeen years. Words [...]
