I’ve got some great photos of the Kebble works from during set-up, but have promised our courageous curator, Clive, that I would publish nothing until ofter the opening, so as not to ruin the surprise. The show is, admittedly, leaps and bounds superior to last year’s; all artists on board should be proud to play a part. I can’t wait to hear who wins, and see the catalogue!
In the meanwhile, Franci Cronje and I are crashing at Bridget Baker’s place (pictured above, in her bath), which is a great li’l pad over in Greenpoint (too bad she’s not here to join us! Is, instead, over on some fancy shmancy – well-deserved – residency/exhibition in Belgium).
SO, yesterday, we did the gallery circuit a bit. Bell-Roberts was a cool space, tho I guess I was expecting something bigger and more buzzy, given how much great print media (I’m talking mags here, peeps) comes out of there. I looked jealously on the art SA back issues I cannot afford right now; one year in (I used to complain) they don’t seem as expensive for ‘what you get’ as they used to. Comix, Bru was on show.
SANG (south african national gallery) had several fab exhibitions, most of which gave me a tad more insight into SA contemporary art history. I was especially intrigued by all the Colin Richards work in their collection (big surprise that I like him), and a place called home.
I must have missed the boat on the above James Ford painting, holiday time in cape town in the twentieth century. The sweet smell of irony pushes me to say more, but I refrain, and only smile over the rainbow. Sheer brilliance, I tell you.
We also tried to hit the Castle’s Democracy X show, but it was too damn pricey. We got as far as M Stevenson Gallery (Walter Oltmann’s stuff was sharp), and ran into Gordon Froud there. This quickly digressed (progressed?) into alcohol and crit bitch sessions of grandeur (we did hit a handful more galleries on the way….).
I like Cape Town.
