Luftmensch. Yiddish (n.) Literally meaning ‘air person’ or daydreamer There was a poll undertaken by a newspaper recently during the pandemic, to see what jobs the public felt were essential. It fared poorly for artists I have to say. (Doesn’t it tragically far too often?!) We were considered no more essential than a telemarketer, with […]
I went to a party once. I knew Jess. From circles and such. We have some history. Port Elizabeth is like that. But on this particular evening, almost touching the stars, there she sat atop in a tree, legs dangling like a little woodland creature, like something straight out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. (Note […]
So today, we remember those who would not be voiceless… Those agents of change… Those who took centre stage against one of the fiercest of regimes. I salute you and your brave deeds leave me humbled. We have not come as far as I’d hoped by now. But there is room for growth each day […]
Many moons ago, when I was but a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed university student, I was faced with the case of Virginia Woolf. In preparation for a lecture, we were to watch The Hours for a semblance of insight into the life and times of the writer. I had read Mrs Dalloway and Orlando, and found […]
Interview first published on thesewalkingblues.com HP: Describe yourself in a personal ad. RA: Illustrator in a complicated relationship with his sketchbook. Often found staring quietly into tins of paint and at blank walls. Violent coffee addiction. Known to yawn like a wookie. HP: How does an average day in the Life of Ryan, freelancer and […]