Despite having endless discussions with the printer about the value of the SHOE SHOP prints. Despite having cadenzas about the missed deadlines, the posters cut with blunt knives, the initial print produced on a printer with a broken head (like mine). Despite all this, the printers who have sworn that they understand that this work is precious, deliver the next batch like this ...
Dear Johannes says he saw them carrying the posters slung over their shoulders, bubblewrapped so tight the corners of the posters were screeching. A little softer than me. I'm kidding. Mine was a controlled explosion.
Indeed. Like so many bags of cement. Underneath our delivery that day was another for some other company that wanted their delivery manhandled to death. Yes, you can take it from this that we have learned that if the printer does not offer you a cup of tea while you stand around and wait for five for them to take the prints of the broken-head machine and put them on one that works, you are not likely to find that their involvement with art will change the atmosphere in any meaningful way. Except it did of course.
Well for Moses, pictured here, it did. Because he fell in love with this image by Emmanuel Daou that you can find now, installed at the base of the Hillbrow Tower with another three by him, next time you are strolling carelessly down Goldreich Street. Moses risked everything for us. Without him at the printers Johannes is left to pack our own job because the big Bronco (I swear) dude tells him he does not have packing material and the man has a big voice and a scar. Thank you Moses for saving your bosses asses.
We never got her name but Johannes says this lady at the printer also wanted her picture taken with the same work as Moses but Johannes said no she must choose her own favourite. So she chose this image by Fatoumata Diabaté which you can also find if you are out and about in Raleigh Street just off Kenmere in Yeoville on the old train carriage that used to be a restaurant. Check the image on the poster.
A few minutes later Johannes goes into the print machine area to see how our prints that we have been promised are running 24/7 are doing. They are not. Why is it this image that is stuck, stuck like super glue in the cold, gleaming monster printer?
This is Johannes's favourite work just come off the machine on another day, lying on the printer's table. He says everyone has a favourite. It's by Thabiso Sekgala and he has plans for it. Which is another story Johannes is still making. We are very pleased to report that the printer delivered the last batch in top condition. My new mantra is Moses.