See you sometime, wall. The Shoe Shop exhibition is down for The Cambridge Food Bottom Line Premiere of New Chicken Frames. We think maybe thousands of mense saw Jodie Bieber's journey from Hillbrow to Lindela and on to Mozambique. There was atmosphere on the sidewalk-gallery: people from all over, together reading her statement, seeing themselves and each other and someone they know, making conversation. Children went close-up to the posters to run their fingers on the caption type, speak the words and touch the plastic feel of the prints.
I know a man who was in Lindela recently for long. Now he is out without a piece of paper in the world. He comes from where the war is the dark, right in there, bad.
The Bottom Line is this: we will repair the wall like good soldiers and put the work up again somewhere else, soon. I hope you will go there, to see too.
Fatoumata The Beautiful
Thy Carriage Awaits Thee
Dig his trousers man
Dig Doung's Head
The Beautiful Marshall
Emmanuel is so jive. And these girls? Dancing in the city.
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.
Someone's dreams come true.
Pink with black writing.
Red People. Walked fast from Braamfontein to Drill Hall in Hot Sun. Smiling.
I mean danced. Danced. All the way.
Legs. Everywhere. Shoes. Everywhere. Shadows, light, someone's hand.
Someone else's hand. Called Cara.
A whole parade of the city.
A whole Katharina. Shining Smiling.
Washing Lines. Blue Skies. Looking Up.
SOKONA DIABATé IN THE GOLD CITY FOR SHOE SHOP
FAMILY PORTRAIT CLOSE-UP RIGHT SANS MINI FAMOUS RHINOCEROS
LONGER VIEW INCLUDING FAMILY + MAPANGUBWE RHINO REPLICASAURUS
REFLECTIONS IN THE GAUTENG GOVERNMENT'S GLASS WALLS
Photographs by Johannes Dreyer Himself
So we are installing SHOE SHOP. And here I am at the exhibition of Jodi Bieber's work outside Cambridge Foods in Pretorius Street and I am having a moment of truth. We have been told to take the work down because we don't have permission for the site. I have explained to the shop manager that we do have permission and I am seen here realising (after many phone calls) that we do indeed have permission - only from an owner who does not own this site. Suffice to say that it is all my fault despite that the aforementioned owner was sent an image of Jodi on the site and he said yes. This is what happens when people do not actually read their mails. However, yes, it is all my fault. We are most fortunate that due to hours of negotiations thereafter, the real owners of Cambridge Foods turn out to be heroic and allow the exhibition to stay up, for now. It is extraordinary how many people are crowding around their shop to see it.
This was taken on the night of the same day of the moment of truth when I had gone back (wearing a suit) to meet the right owner. We are bit very happy and relieved.
One Dear Johannes and I had Toasted Bacon & Egg Samies at the Spar at Highpoint in Hillbrow a few weeks ago. It was not Fontana like the old days when we used to go there after dancing until 3am in the morning and dance some more like mad young people. This was serious. We were on a reccie to find a big wall to install an exhibition by Jodi Bieber, as part of a project called SHOE SHOP which is happening in May. You will hear more about SHOE SHOP from the Goethe Institute and the exhibition curator who is also a brilliant and friendly artist by the name of Dr Marie-Hl ne Gutberlet and about which we are excited so we will blog about it some more too.
We found four great possible sites so we arranged to go show Jodi on Friday last week,
On his way to us so we could travel together, Johannes saw this yellow chair on the corner of Bezuidenhout & Appollonia Streets in our Most Favoured Suburb of Troyeville. Then we fetched Jodi who had beautiful boots on which you can't see here but you can imagine.
As we came around the corner from Corlett Drive into Oxford Road near Illovo we saw this charming dustbin.
If you want to know how AAW!s makhulu-baas feels about dustbins go look at her blog on www.lesfolies.posterous.com and click on the #lesbin tag. This particular installation has tendencies though. We may leave it as is. We may not.
First we saw the sick-green facebrick wall outside the furniture shop in Kotze Street. But we were worried about the facebrick and the space between the busy street traders and the show. Then we saw the a site in a lane with a gate and a fence which is fabulous for an invited exhibiition but otherwise noone goes there. Then we went down and saw the one at the Hillbrow Tower base which is to die for and it was between that and this bright blue wall outside Cambridge Fair price on Pretorius Street. Jodi chose it. You can see her deciding here.
Once the decision was made, she told us exactly how she would like it to be. We had some careful discussion.
You can see the top of the aforementioned boots here. They were nearly as intense and luminous as Ms Bieber.
All photographs by (c) Johannes Dreyer
Getting ready for the TED Audition in Soweto on 3 Mary 2011. A recent tweet by @TEDxSoweto advises us not to over-rehearse and be varnished, to be ourselves and to say something important. Well, figure I can rehearse 24/7 for the month of April and still find the experience chaotic and fresh enough to respond to the place, time and people. We got a whole life of chaos on special. And I have so many selves so being one of them is cool. Plus she wants to epiphanise. Is that a word? Having fun here today at AAW! despite acute insomnia brought upon by a bout of Penderecki to images of great heights which turned my insides out so they are on the outside today. (Post by Boss Perkules)
@LESPERSONAS AKA THE WHOLE PARLIAMENT profile 2013
Arguably most well-known for creating a bridge between the corporate and government sector and the world of imagination, Lesley Perkes says that she “revels in the tightrope walk”.
Lesley is a serious Joburger, public arts producer, arts-activiste, writer, speaker-performer and mommy of one beautiful son. She is the CEO of artatwork from whose inner city Troyeville office she delves into the neglected, seemingly impossible places in our separated landscapes and hearts. Using unique approaches to public arts nationally through artatwork, Lesley has produced many of the permanent and temporary sculptural installations and a number of strong performance-artworks by hundreds of professional artists since 2005.
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Lesley Perkes, CEO of artatwork, player of parts, writer, speaker-performer and general mischief-maker, harnesses decades of experience in the arts in public space to offer audiences the time of their lives.
Bespoke sessions – shorter and longer - are inevitable for people who have heard everything. Leisurely Perkules (as she is sometimes called by a secret admirer), will find a way in to your organisation / group strategy and reflect ideas relevant to her own experience - in a way that will surprise you and blow you away like a beautiful red kite. She likes making herself useful. Often in unexpected and unusual collaborations.
Available for humans, groups, conference and event organisers seeking fresh ginger up their tails and maybe a big surprise, Lesley's style and content is particularly South African in a complicated way which is appropriate, although in the local context she tackles some serious planetary issues, without losing her deranged sense of humour and a focus on working like a happy dog. Perfect for bored audiences who have seen everything and would just love to experience a bolt out of the blue.
Below are examples of Hot Instant Sessions which are always tailored so you'd swear they were Pret-a-Talker: