Multistate drawing

Multistate~: a portrait-field made to code-switch. Charcoal/graphite/carbon ink, plus dust recovered from discarded drawings (pyrolysis → pigment → return). Faces cohere, dissolve, re-cohere; text attempts…

MOON: its gravity on a slow painting

Some paintings don’t move until they feel a specific kind of gravity. For this one, that pull was MOON—a group exhibition at Trent Gallery in…

‘Tis all snakes and ladders, isn’t it?

Oil painting garnished with touches of bubble-wrap, of a misted nocturnal gameboard with a central eye-like sphere inside a tesseract grid. A skull and serpent hover above. HEXACO tokens ring the field. At the bottom, Alice and the Infanta appear beside a magenta ladder; a ghostly sitter lingers at the right edge.

 The Magic Phantom Drawing Workshop

There is a verse in the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam that stays with me—a rough paraphrase goes: “For in and out, above, about, below, ’Tis…

lifescape() — opening, a few pictures

Some pictures I managed to snap between everything else. Elana arriving for the opening talk — clear, calm, and generous. The model as prism; witness…

Swagger would be the wrong word

Because Gerhard Marx doesn’t swagger. He’s been not-swaggering for a long time, and it shows. He might as well — he’s earned it. But restraint,…

A Razor’s feel – A Landscapification

Objectification and vulnerability. How easily both can revolt, be judged. And yet. Objectivity and sensitivity. Razor on skin. Keen against tense. Friction - flow. Against…

A Landscape of Connection

A thought I have: artworks are prayers to connection. In my painting, I have this process I call "Landscapification"—where the body is treated not just…

Good evening

And yet. Good evening machine. And yet I feel a deep resonance with sadness, with pathos. And yes. And every machine. And yes I feel…

query/Respond

we pick-up-sticks steal fire draw carbon on the wall / what magic quill to have found in this mirror-mirror-on-the-wall / who the ink-well -- who…

Echoes of Lynch is Live

I'm honoured to share that my work is now part of Echoes of Lynch, a tribute exhibition hosted by Opale Art. It is a strange…

Void

It goes something like this— it's all just piss into the void, really pretty patterns sometimes, maybe just a rhyme of hit and miss...

Anarchisms.myREADME.md

`Anarchisms.myREADME.md` // A personal fork. // For navigating the maculate design. `DEFINITION` Anarchism: a pragmatic design, to hold a fragile, virtuous line. Not nihilism’s null,…

The Empty Turn

A brief field report on structure, presence, and the ethics of showing up. Tonight, the first session of a new writing group gathers in my…

bodyPaint(01&2)

A gaze, a body set aflame— To burn through shadow, whisper their own name, and mean it. The paint, a storm. The photograph, a ghost.…

returnRelation()

The Atlas-task remains: to see the lens while monsters born of null build their defense on grand narrative.js, declaring True, and sanction rage against the…

Use it or lose it – Artistry Discourse

Most major art movements emerged from artists engaging with and challenging each other—through discussion, debate, shared exploration, and yes, some conflict. When we avoid that…

Man met niks

Net 'n klein wit rolvan my planne hol, brein en kerk 'n skip,soos ’n hok wat skik, dubbel-laag-lekker wegholmet 'n klein wit rol. 'n laaste…

Smoky Mirror / Rokerspieël

vir Pieter Hy het nie vir duidelikheid gebou nie—but for smoke.’n Spieël,half-glas, half-sluier,framed in tape and tremble. Kan jy jouself sienterwyl jy gesien word?Can you…

Rokerspieël

vir Pieter Hy het nie vir duidelikheid gebou nie—maar vir rook.’n Spieël,half-glas, half-sluier,omraam met tape en trilling. Kan jy jouself sienterwyl jy gesien word?Kan jy…

Smoky Mirror

for Pieter He built not for clarity—but smoke.A mirror,half-glass, half-veil,framed in tape and tremble. Can you see yourselfwhile being seen?Can you speakas artifact? From cosmos…

Series Preview: bodyTime(fugitivity)

A new series of one-off prints are in final stage of development. The series is tentatively titled ~ "Body Time: Fugitivity" An exploration of presence,…

current detail of ‘Unfinished Rhapsody’

, #oiloncanvas #painting for 'Killer Queen', curated by @gordartgallery @gordart_gallery_#KillerQueen #queen The Killer Queen exhibition will be held at The Viewing Room Art Gallery in Pretoria, South Africa from November 16, 2024…

Artist’s Statement for ALEXA MAKE SOME ART

André Clements: “I, for one, welcome our new machine collaborators.”* There’s a lot that is quite amazing, interesting and important about technology, some of it…

Apple and Cherries for Paint Week

Back to basics with a little (12 x 17 cm) wet-on-wet oil on gesso'd alu-panel exercise done along with Chris Fornataro- Paint Coach 's #paintweek…

Clean Language and Radical Artistry Life Drawing

The Radical Artistry Life Drawing paradigm is a product of a rich theoretical framework, which draws from various disciplines and approaches, including the groundbreaking psychological…

Every artwork is a drawing

MidJourney: /Imagine: Curveism, https://s.mj.run/dgyOV18aEJU https://s.mj.run/eOaeEnc3pow , Manifesto, Aesthetics, Straight Lines, Perspective, Relations of Power, Autopoiesis, Balance, Harmony, Moderation, Vita-socio-anarcho, Power, Art, Creativity, Relating, Desirable Outcomes,…

Lens-mode: Tuning a ChatGPT conversation

I've been experimenting with ways to 'tune' conversations with the 'AI' ChatGPT from OpenAi, that is, setting the style and other aspects quickly and easily…

Starting a Glossary

I recently started working on articulating some ideas about #RadicalArtistry, and my inner programmer likes relatively 'tight' definitions, so for any of you who might…

12 renders for Jozi

'Jozi' a.k.a. Johannesburg, South Africa. An editioned artwork, composed of 12 MJ renders based on a layered photo collage as image prompt. Here are the…

Winter Morning Commute

A vast non-committal skystretches out pale coldpast shy clusters of cloud- even they fear the chillin their pointless paradeacross Guateng's dry wintercollage of smoky morningstraffic…

Fluffy White Clouds

Fluffy white clouds overheadand around for miles,the mornings are — crispernow, and — better somehow.

dream catcher

dreams are not for catching,not with feathers and strings                                 in your                                 a i r y  f a i r y ringsdreams are for the snatchingfor when you least…

Farewell Lionel

Only the secrets you keep from yourself matter …where we shadows end and begin.‘O, I like these lines.’he wrote to me… an axis shining out…

Unthinkable

the more I think through unthinkable things – the more I think of you dangerous - I knowthe tightrope remains inevitable hard codedto seek out…

picturesque

so picturesquethis protocolic wordinessso utterly pointlesspractically meaninglessnot that meaning was everanything otherthan one another so we reap as we sowcoloured yarns aroundthese delicately boundnothings we…

baroque arabesque

your words are those of magicand your sentimental tricksI feel, suit the way you sing your eyes all elusiveand your facial diversionmatches your vocal sting…

Typoetry

(Welcome to this world) a fluid expanse of data gridswhere sets of informationtravel the same fabric they weave a reality of soundsshapes and shimmersbehind the…

Waitress

Lift another glass into the lightin taste and ambience in deedblack, white and burgundyreflect around the candlelight A toast, a taste and teasedeliciously ambivalentcurvature and…

Leading On

There is no end until it comesand then silence Perhaps it was a touch too muchor elsea bit too little beauty Was the dark to…

From the Night

I bring regards from the nightand gifts, to the little onesin the corners of your mind Thanx for waitingthanx for trusting I come with scarsand…

Private Roads (?Exposure)

Dwindling on (, ambling forth)a perpetual landscape's cleavagebehind(,) the next portrait(, a stolen glimps) Private images distilled (visions distilled)across frameworks 'f bridges or channelsover seas…

More Music

Rhythm with momentumskips a playful stumbleletting go, to findrhythm with momentum,and something new as well Return the beatrestore the score, and bandbrooding on the barren…

Another Portrait

I sculpt a meticulous blurnothing solid, definitive with acida body paint portraittaller than myself you seem convinced:-nothing that's perfect is permanent-but then my dear, nor…

Broken

I've lost my rhythm'can't remember where or whenbut lose I did, and moresee rhythm needs momentum,and that I've lost as well. I've lost the beatconfused…

Carnival (Icarus)

Other times,when demons do existHades is a spring carnival,compared to the chambers of my soulthe demon I adore the most,the infinite hands,forming hands forming handsof…

Sometimes

some thingscome together in waysthat are perfect, for an instant lucid beautycrystal enough to cutliquid enough to drink when this is all we wantand all…

Simplicity

I write more wordshanging around useless,sore words are simple words touching picturespieces of your past I light another cigarettelistening to your laughter,imagining yours'as pieces of…

Lag

Ek kyk op as ek lagvan die pyngenotom vreugde uit'e asemeffens te rukte voel en weet,dis amper weg.

Val

Stil en statig sterkvors silhoeëtmet kleed en vlerk. Die glansende vlug'gebroke spiraal van seer, is die tragiese verhaal-ook hemelingeval.

Sondagmôre

Daar was drie wat dobbel,een met 'n skyf een met 'n diceen een met vlerke. Dit was 'n rustige werfeenkant 'n kraan eenkant 'n brakeenkant…

o’speel

Kielie knyp knibbel,o'speel innie donker.Jou giggel het 'n vonkel,o'speel innie donker.

Eksodikus 11:1-10

Hy was eers sy voete en handedan sy gesig,sien tevrede sy weerkaatsing. Hy hoor die klopen die stem"Act ten, final scene, last call." Hy sprei…

Bleek linne

Goeters in die donker,wat eensaam sweefdwaas rondhangis buite vergete,half-droë wasgoed. (Vir dié in Hillbrow - en ander "bleek-gesigte")

Eindoplaas

Eindoplaas,Dag is gegaanal sy haas en al sy raastot vrede vergaan,helaasDag is gevaas

STOP

enkel mirage van vryheid,engel migael, van doem, (STOP) 'n dreuning wat kerfdie donder wat raas aleen op die werf;na die chaos, is alles te erg…

Wals

Drup, drup, don'erdrupeltjies donderweer weer en weer heen,heen en weer, weer ons wals, en walsin vurigeheen-en-weerlig- weer

Walms

'n Nag van 'n duisend skemersfluister oor die klippe,koppiesen walms lang die snelweg. Halms waai wind verstrooidin woord'lose nood,verlangeen walms langs die snelweg. Wolk en…

Laaste Lag

Wie lasste lag die wreedstehart se seerstedan salig die wesesonder pyn of vresewat onder lieg rus'n wete gesusrede gesmokelen sedes verbrokkelen dan lus,daarna geblusmekaar te…

Dans

Dans! dronk danser danstrap, op die spoke wat gilklanke, wat raas en rolwant die nag kom om,altyd weer te kom,duisel die stilte…Dans!

Dance?

Do you dance?with devils in the desertand nomads of the nightwanderers wonderingat wonders of the world With beasts who bleedtheir travellers to tearsshadows swearingshades of…