Earth In Mind: David Orr's quote for Earth Day every day

"Beautify what is Already Beautiful"- International Women's Day

"This photo was taken in the sacred Cecelia Forest in Cape Town by Nadegé Sanz. With it I want to honour and celebrate the pure beauty of every woman and girl on this International Woman's day. I celebrate your sacred body, I kiss your every curve and fold, wrinkle and stretch mark, every ripple of fat. I encourage you to honour yourself too, even when others don't, to free your own spirit, to respect your own body, to treat it with love and awe. You are a warrior, you are an artist, you are a healer, you deserve your own love first, without the approval of others. Shine your brilliant light from inside, dance wildly, swim naked, walk bare foot. At a time that we are so judged, so misused, so misunderstood, so labelled, so hated, so violated, may we make our own selves whole and complete again, as we entered this world...no make up, no cloth to smother, cover or beautify what is already beautiful. We require no one's permission to do this. Only our own. Our own love."  words by Ernestine Deane   http://ernestinedeane.com/

Down time on a film set finds you in peculiar places. photo courtesy of Zubin Mistry

While working in studio as the on-set costumer on a commercial shoot with director Mehdi Norowzian and DOP Zubin Mistry, I found myself cuddled in the coolest place during breaks--in between the air conditioning system.

  Needless to say, the eye on set captured it on his phone.

                                       photo courtesy of Zubin Mistry

A Raw Sun in Marikana

MARIKANA
by Ari Sitas

The digital images fold as the TV screen tires
The cops, rifles in cabinet, past their third beer are edging towards bed
The night is quiet as the smelter has been closed,

the only music is of the wind on razor wire
the ears are too shut to hear the ancestral thuds on goatskin
humanity has somehow died in Marikana
who said what to whom remains a detailed trifle
the fury of the day has to congeal, the blood has to congeal
I reverse the footage bringing the miners back to life
in vain, the footage surges back and the first bullet
reappears and the next and the next and the next
and I reverse the footage in vain, again and again in vain

The image of the man in the green shroud endures
Who wove the blanket and what was his name?
There are no subtitles under the clump of bodies, no names
stapled on their unformed skull
A mist of ignorance also endures, a winter fog
woven into the fabric of the kill
The loom endures too, the weaver is asleep
The land of the high winds will receive the man naked
The earth will eat the stitch back to a thread
What will remain is the image and I in vain
Reversing him back to life to lead the hill to song
In vain, the footage surges back
another Mpondo, another Nquza Hill, another Wonder Hill
the shooting quietens: another anthill

My love, did I not gift you a necklace with a wondrous bird
pure royal platinum to mark our bond?- was it not the work of the most reckless angel of craft and ingenuity? Was it not pretty?
Didn’t the bird have an enticing beak of orange with green tint?
Throw it away quickly, tonight it will turn nasty and gouge
a shaft into your slender neck
And it will hurt because our metals are the hardest- gold, pig iron, manganese
yes, platinum
Humanity has somehow died in Marikana

What is that uMzimu staring back at us tonight?
Darken the mirrors
Switch off the moon
Asphalt the lakes

At dawn, the driveway to the Master’s mansion
Is aflame with flower, so radiant from the superphosphates
of bone
of surplus oxygen and cash,
such flames, such a raw sun
such mourning by the shacks that squat in sulphur’s bracken
and I wait for the storm, the torrent, the lava of restitution
the avenger spirits that blunt the helicopter blades in vain

these also endure: the game and trout fishing of their elective chores
the auctions of diamond, art and share
the prized stallions of their dreams
their supple fingers fingering oriental skins and their silver crystals
counting the scalps of politicians in their vault

The meerkat paces through the scent of blood
I want it to pace through the scent of blood,
she is the mascot, the living totem
of the mine’s deep rock,
the one who guards the clans from the night’s devil
she is there as the restless ghosts of ancestors
by the rock-face
feeding her sinew and pap

goading her on:
the women who have loved the dead alive
the homesteads that have earned their sweat and glands
impassive nature that has heard their songs
the miners of our daily wealth that still defy
the harsh landscape of new furies
the meerkat endures-
torn certainties of class endure
the weaver also endures: there-
green blankets of our shrouded dreams
humanity has died in Marikana

The strike is over
The dead must return
to work.


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" (written after a tough two weeks and seeing Pitika’s miner sculpture with the green corrugated iron blanket) "

Meet Lorenzo, our adopted puppy.

You're making me wear this?

   We got married. We adopted a puppy. 

Adventures with Lorenzo

 Our friend Ross said, "Countdown 9 months and you'll be pregnant before the 9th month.  That's what happens when you get a puppy."  I have to say I'm love drunk for this fur-lined heartbeat creature.  But I am not convinced I'll love a unfurry human baby more.  Unless they come out hairy with a furry back.  Chances of that happening are high with Greek blood running 75%.  I'd hashtag myself #I don't-have-a-maternal-gene except for cute adorable puppies. We named him Lorenzo and we think he is the best dog anyone could ask for!

   So I made this video clip for his fan-club overseas and across the country.   This was a mission we did in our first week as puppy parents.

   He has grown to walk easily on a lead and cruises through the city with me so easily.  I took Lorenzo on an epic city walk into Cape Town Centre.  We visited the Castle of Good Hope, went shopping in the Grand Parade, and he managed to sniff out every KFC Chicken Licken chicken bone that gets thrown on the street after 1pm lunch.  Needless to say, his 1 hour cruise means he's cuddled up right next to me on the couch as I write this.  Another hashtag moment #nothing but love for the pupson.

The moat around the Castle of Good Hope

Puppy parent supplies

His winter jersey by the Vredehoek Ravine

August 23rd, why do I think he looks so mature?

Just the daily chill.

This is Lorenzo's pretty mom.  And maybe his dad behind her!? She is a Staffordshire  Terrier and dad is believed to be a pavement special: German shepherd, Africanis, mix!

First day at our home, Aug 7th.

Took this for size reference. I'm a size 8UK/9.5US.  He looks like a furry chicken deer.

This was our first sighting of him on African Tail's Facebook page.  He is 10wks here.   

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Athens Graffiti Art Tells a Tale: Anti-Violence, Anti-Racist, Anti-Xenophobic

  I used to work in Exharia, Athens-Greece.  I read the walls from the Ommonia Metro station all the way to Exharia's platia.  For me, reading the walls shared the visual pulse of the city, the issues, the political climate, the stories unheard. Today, I don't read the walls.  I live in South Africa.  But today I read the Athens News from the internet: "Racist violence escalates." Citizens hating citizens, humans attacking humans within these man-made borders we create.

  The unrest in Greece is not isolated there.  The messages I read on the walls in Greece reaffirmed why I love graffiti.  They portray different headlines and display opinions in different syntax without a web address or a printing press.  Just some spray paint, a marker or a sticker will do.

  They are public forums.  Tales are told.  I took these photos last summer and the messages still ring true.  Anti-violence.  Anti-Xenophobic.  What is Xenios Zeus, the Athens police campaign to kick out anyone without govt. papers, going to do for the betterment of our world?   To all the writers in Athens: Keep pasting, keep writing peace on Athens streets and advocate for change.

A wheat paste paper sticker on the wall with the image of HATE.  Eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

This is my favorite of our cultural pluralism.  Freedom is a global right.

Greedy servings of the pie.  Austerity serving anyone?  Pro-Hemp stencil on the top right corner.

Anti-Nazi stencil, Anti-Prejudice, Anti-Racism, Anti-Xenophobic!

The Television will not be Revolutionised

"Running from the thoughts, I keep bumping back into it, trying to get away-keeps dragging me into"
Note: look are the Burqa stencil and then the X over it. 

In the streets near the public university 

Anyone is a Citizen member

Pissing on the Golden Dawn (far-right political party in Athens, Greece)

   

 


  

Athena and Chris Go to Madagascar.

  Husband and wife team weave visuals and syntax about Madagascar.   Read all about it here on Wavescape's breaking news story:  I Like to Move it : In depth about the Malagasy travels!

 and yes, it was our honeymoon.              Thank you TrueBlue Travel for organising a sweet trip!

Pirogues in in Fort Dauphin Tolagnaro-Libanona Bay

Beer at Talinjoo

Young Malagasy girl braving the warm yet winter Indian ocean

Learning French and Malagasy along the way in order to get a meal!

We thought this Lemur reminded us of Desmond Tutu-blessing us with his wisdom of the forests

What Madagascar produces: Vanilla

Young Malagasy boy fishing from a handline in Fort Dauphin Tolagnaro

Reef fish off the coast in Fort Dauphin, Tolagnaro

Ring-tailed Lemur in the Nahampoana Reserve

Restless City, a film with rich visual script

Was like watching visual magic realism. Many shots used reflections upon reflections, weaving an emotional tale that engaged intimately with the two main characters, Djbril and Trini.  My favorite part about this film besides the incredible costumes, were each frame allowed your eye to digest into the detail, opening your senses to the story unfolding before you.  It all made sense when director, Andrew Dosunmu,     explained he came from a photography background.  This is a beautifully styled film that displays how essential cinematography serves as a visual script.
   Check out more on the film here: http://www.restlesscityfilm.com/#stills
   or see it Friday, July 29th at 10pm, Musgrave Centre, at the Durban International Film Festival.

    This foto was jacked from The Restless City website.  Photo by Jenny Baptiste. Respect.

My lovely Seastars

Donut. Happy Birthday. I love your style and bright smile under this pose.

Tehran Night Market

This picture is from my seastar's album when she visited home in July.  I want to go to Iran and smell and taste all the wonder she captured in her pictures. She says I would love it, and I know I would. I am sure I have been there before in some other lifetime.  Now's the time to retap into my Farsi-speaking skills.

Happy People on the Bus

The wheels on the bus go round and round, all through this town.  I snagged this picture of Bookface cause it made me smile.  I love when signs can be canvases.  I don't know where this is but me gusta.

Life in Smoke

The image I found from my friend Evz as her avatar. I don't know where it comes from but the emotion behind it speaks loud.  A Girl-Womyn inhaling her life in smoke.

Spaces

Creating spaces that make you smile, motivate you to create, inspire, bring comfort and balance.

The Cape Argus Cycle Tour in Cape Town

 In just under 3 hours, womyn and men of the Cape Argus Cycle Tour completed the ride from Cape Town's city centre and back again on the most beautiful peninsula of the world.  I woke up on Sunday morning to cheers and clapping for the dedication of cyclists making their way around Boyes Drive in Muizenberg.  Just steps from our home was a refueling spot of blue energy drink and I managed to capture some young faces touring their own city's landscape on their self-powered bicycles.  It was a gorgeous Sunday of hope and positivity to watch thousands of people travel through the city.

In just under 3 hours, womyn and men of the Cape Argus Cycle Tour completed the ride from Cape Town's city centre and back again on the most beautiful peninsula of the world.  I woke up on Sunday morning to cheers and clapping for the dedication of cyclists making their way around Boyes Drive in Muizenberg.  Just steps from our home was a refueling spot of blue energy drink and I managed to capture some young faces touring their own city's landscape on their self-powered bicycles.

Graffiti Art on the Street talks back-Durban, South Africa

  We build walls, we break walls.

  We climb walls, we bomb walls.

 We stare at walls, we wonder . . . if walls could talk.

  We paint walls, so they talk back.

  -Athena

   This picture was taken in 2005, in Durban, South Africa.

The cradle of the West in flames: Another one tears from gas

 This image could be from anywhere at the moment.


Activists are coming out and protesting for what we believe we need as a greater whole. These aren't local issues. We may live within borders but global issues cross and today we are more interconnected to stand in solidarity of human rights than ever before. Greece has started to protest austerity measures implemented by the government which is another stand against a system that isn't working for the people.  The cradle of the west is in flames which well may be a foreshadow of efforts to spark change around the world.  Dictators are stepping down, corrupt governments are being pressured, a call for action towards change is in order.  How many more curtains of tear gas and Molotov cocktails will have to be thrown?

I came across this website: Tips to survive a tear-gas protest which lists first-aid to bring with you and a 101 of all things considered when protecting you from tear-gas at a protest.  We can come prepared and aware, but intuitively I think we are capable to act and stand for peaceful change, educate ourselves and eachother to communicate.  While protesters on ground level are burning and blinding eachother, how can another wave of activism support the same issues and combat on another level without tears from gas?

The EL in Chicago

I'm missing the El train.
The signs, the stops and the views above one of my favorite summer cities now covered in snow.

Oceans: See Life

 I saw the nature documentary film, Oceans, by Jacques Perrin and Jacques Cluzaud.

 Visually stunning footage of life below captivating me to sea/see life instead of sea/see food and understanding a human role of not using the Ocean as a commercial source but rather as a part of our living natural cycle.

 I read that human's blood and seawater are almost identical in chemical constituency. The Ocean is our life line, not in terms of being a source of seafood, but in seeing life and respecting it.

The Ocean produces half of the Earth's oxygen, so in making efforts to help reverse the negative human impacts to the ocean, you can decide if you are waiting to inhale.

Oceans: From the dark depth to the light of the surface . . .

The kelp laid on the sand like calligraphy. I was struck by these huge brown algaes laying on the sand, each telling it's story. I took these in 2008 when I first moved to Cape Town, KELPstaad a.k.a iKELPa. It was sunset at Long Beach, Kommetjie.