The Lotus Eaters – Barbara Wildenboer

I worked on this exhibition at the end of last year. The works speak of natural resources and, of course, water specifically. Wildenboer is a gifted artist with fresh interpretations on a subject we tend to forget. Her incorporation of The Odyssey by Homer is both smart and lends to the exhibit a sense of romanticism. Enjoy the shots!

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The boat filled with rocks makes a beautiful metaphor for the human race’s treatment of our resources and “Penelope’s Web” at the back is well-placed to fill in the air and also remind us that water is all around!

This work in particular was beautiful to see when there  was a slight breeze or when someone opens the door too quickly.

This work in particular was beautiful to see when there was a slight breeze or when someone opens the door too quickly.

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Beautiful lotus leaves made  from laser-cut maps.

Beautiful lotus leaves made from laser-cut maps.

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Each panel was shot at a different time of day, hence the beautiful palate.

Each panel was shot at a different time of day, hence the beautiful palate.

2000 boats folded from pages of The Odyssey. (Folding that amount, of course, affords you a wish)

2000 boats folded from pages of The Odyssey. (Folding that amount, of course, affords you a wish)

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CBD Portrait

I love Johannesburg and all it has to offer. I spent a day walking around in the CBD and saw and experienced the beautiful, the sad, the happy, the stink. I will do it again soon, though this was the first time I truly felt out of place. My whiteness did not blend, it was not always well-received and when it was I was very much aware of how my camera was exploiting their day to day living. I paid a couple to take their portrait, and I gave to them what I could spare out of the bulked baggage of white privilege on my back. I thank them.

"CBD Portrait". 2014. Johannesburg, South Africa.

“CBD Portrait”. 2014. Johannesburg, South Africa. (prints available)

On My Way to Work

The walk to my job takes me about 15-20 minutes in the mornings. The road stretches from my front gate straight to where I work. First crisscross through the traffic, people hurrying to where they need to be, I notice the shops all starting to open up, the car guards (because what is a South African parking space without one?), the street children still hanging around like they never leave. Then the isle of construction. about two blocks of dust and rubble and workers in hard hats all warmed up and working long since I first opened my eyes in bed.

The walk to my job takes me about 15-20 minutes in the mornings. The road stretches from my front gate straight to where I work. First, I crisscross through the traffic, people hurrying to where they need to be, I notice the shops all starting to open up, the car guards (because what is a South African parking space without one?), the street children still hanging around like they never leave. Then the isle of construction. About two blocks of dust and rubble and workers in hard hats all warmed up and working long since I first opened my eyes in bed. I enter the dust filled dome-like stretch trying to keep my feet clear of the fine grains only too eager to stick to my shoes…and then today, this woman walks in front of me. She is pushing what seems to be a confection stand covered with old withered material. At first I thought, clever girl. See an opportunity to make some money, grab it head on. But no, as I passed her I noted that the stand was empty. Not a thing, the holes in the cover peeked in at empty shelves. Why was she pushing her empty trolley through this wasteland of construction, who the fuck knows?

Playing it safe

My first entry for the Swedish Innovation Photography Competition.

My first entry for the Swedish Innovation Photography Competition. The competition calls for the use of a Swedish innovation to be used in a South African context. I worked with safety matches. Referencing sayings surrounding the idea of “playing with matches” and the concept of the “safety” match in the hands of a child. “Playing it safe” by Kevin du Plessis.

These are the children of the Bult

These are the children of the Bult in Potchefstroom, South Africa. They are children, they play, they laugh, they need food and socks. They also scold and swear and smoke and steal and cause havoc. They have eyes to see. But there aren’t many eyes willing to see them. They’re thankful for what you give them, and pesky when you ignore them. The point is, these are the children of the Bult, and you can see them.

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Lighting up the world

Taking a moment to appreciate how the human condition has changed because of an image-maker, an advanced paintbrush or pencil. It was unimaginable to the masses of souls who inhabited this world before us; it opened the secrets and mysteries of almost everything we know of the greater part of planet Earth which is not in our immediate living space. From identification, documentary work, medical advances, people, culture, religion, advertising, new kinds of visual art, the way we communicate and teach, in short almost all forms of the known universe is affected by it. It is the very bones and the skin of enlightenment for the human race as a whole. The camera, and not always as evident, the photographer, is the gate keeper to the secrets of existence. Treasure and appreciate this invaluable existence altering duo. Let your fingers bleed from clicking your camera, record your very existence, for without this kind of imagery, you are lost to all future generations.

Taking a moment to appreciate how the human condition has changed because of an image-maker, an advanced paintbrush or pencil. It was unimaginable to the masses of souls who inhabited this world before us; it opened the secrets and mysteries of almost everything we know of the greater part of planet Earth which is not in our immediate living space. From identification, documentary work, medical advances, people, culture, religion, advertising, new kinds of visual art, the way we communicate and teach, in short almost all forms of the known universe is affected by it. It is the very bones and the skin of enlightenment for the human race as a whole. The camera, and not always as evident, the photographer, are the gate keepers to the secrets of existence. Treasure and appreciate this invaluable existence-altering duo. Let your fingers bleed from clicking your camera, record your very existence, for without this kind of imagery, you are lost to all future generations.

Kobus “Rot” de Kock

Some moments are perfect. Pure ecstasy courses through your every fibre and you would do anything to hold on to that feeling, anything at all. Every reservation, confinement, prejudice, sadness, heaviness, insecurity is purged from your body for those few seconds and you become free. Free from the world's bullshit and that is worth getting addicted for.

Some moments are perfect. Pure ecstasy courses through your every fibre and you would do anything to hold on to that feeling, anything at all. Every reservation, confinement, prejudice, sadness, heaviness, insecurity is purged from your body for those few seconds and you become free. Free from the world’s bullshit and that is worth getting addicted for.

Cardboard Lies

Nothing quite like a blind sight. It is a folly of routine, prejudice, assumption and all those adjectives that make you experience a human being, an animal, indeed any other life form, as far away, apart, separated when in reality it is never evident that they look back and see you, see some part of you that feels that a dismissive wave of the hand is an acceptable way of dealing with those that do not fit into your budget of alcohol, cigarettes, treat foods and all that other shit you think you so desperately need.

Nothing quite like a blind sight. It is a folly of routine, prejudice, assumption and all those adjectives that make you experience a human being, an animal, indeed any other life form, as far away, apart, separated when in reality it is never evident that they look back and see you, see some part of you that feels that a dismissive wave of the hand is an acceptable way of dealing with those that do not fit into your budget of alcohol, cigarettes, treat foods and all that other shit you think you so desperately need.