Yesterday the route to Goodman Gallery along Jan Smuts Avenue appears to have been lovebombed. In the same spot where a week ago a spear became a smear that caused such great fear some shweshwe prints, a few chunky knits, lots of stitches and a flurry of hearts festooned the trees and street poles leading to the Gallery between Denbigh and Chester Road along Jan Smuts Avenue. If you drive past, just smile. I did.
#117. Go gardening with William Kentridge. With the temperature having plummeted to 7 degrees and the sun having packed its bags for the Northern Hemisphere, hibernation has become the course of action du jour. Continue reading →