Archive for September, 2005

Tall Horse in New York

Friday, September 30th, 2005

Can we talk for one second about THIS:

tall horse

I take the pilgrimage of a lifetime to South Africa, and as soon as I get here, the Handspring Puppet Company goes to NEW YORK! This is NOT FAIR! okay… needed to get that out of my system. I’m a little upset. If you happen to be anywhere near New York City, I think you should go to this show. Please, do it.

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my desk

Friday, September 23rd, 2005

desk 9/22

I don’t think this photo really captures the disaster that is my desk right now. I was trying to write an essay on a community theatre organization that I’ve been volunteering with. I keep piling notes and cups of tea on top of sketches and scattered pieces of cardboard from my puppets. You’d think it would be easier to just clean up, but that doesn’t seem to be the way my brain works.

Later the disaster got worse. I wanted to make something to send to a friend of mine who sent me a card this week. What I thought would be a quick project got a little out of hand.

watching rain

I think this is partly inspired by the Artist’s Trading Cards that my mom has gotten into, and the other part inspired by the Cape Town rain.

a new Shadow piece to work on

Friday, September 23rd, 2005

When I went to Johannesburg I wrote a whole lot about my reactions to the Soweto student uprising. I had a lot of really strong reactions to the even when I first learned about it in my South African politics class, but being in Soweto and going to the Hector Pieterson Museum (named for the 13 year old boy who was the first to die on the day on the uprising) brought back all of those feelings with more strength. So I’ve started to process those ideas with a lot of free writing, sketches and the beginnings of some shadow puppets.


This one is meant to be me… use your imagination.

A critical part of the story as I was first told it was about how the police threw a canister of tear gas at the children who were marching in the streets, and the wind blew the gas back in their faces. Confused, the police then opened fire on the students. I’m not sure if that story is entirely accurate, but its how I first heard it.

This is the tear gas canister closed and open.

canisteropen canister closed

And this is the wind.


I want to do some stuff with an overhead projector and photographs, but that will come later.

post script

Saturday, September 17th, 2005

Yes, very good point, I should post a link to my PICTURES. Those are some more pictures from my spring break trip. They feature pretty views from the train, Soweto, and more animals.

“where have you been? “

Friday, September 9th, 2005

I’m sure some of you may have noticed that I haven’t been posting at all for a while. The combination being back at school and having much more limited access to the internet has made posting harder. That certainly doesn’t mean things aren’t happening!

We just had out spring break (or as I’ve been calling it Spring Break 2005, TAKE TWO!). And I went to Johannesburg with my friend Stephanie. We took the train up there (a 26 hour ride), which was really fun. Met some crazy people on the train. After doing some of the touristy stuff in Johannesburg (which for me included going to visit the Market Theatre!) we decided to get out of the city to try and go to a national park to see all those African animals I’ve been told I’m supposed to see. We found a hostel that was “near” the national part (Pilannesberg) that we wanted to go to. Its a small national park in an extinct volcano. We took the bus out to Rustenburg, a town which exists because of the platinum mine nearby. When we go off the bus at a gas station at the corner of Mandela Road and Pres. Mbeki Drive, it was abundantly clear that tourists don’t hang out in Rustenburg very often. I have never been stared at so much. Eventually our ride showed up, and turned out to be a pickup truck (called a baakie in Afrikaans). So Stephanie and I piled into the back of the pickup truck for what we thought would be a short ride. When I just said I had never been stared at so much in my life, that moment now gets second prize to the stares we got in the back of the truck. Apparently white girls don’t ride in the back of baakies. All the black people we passed laughed at us, and all the white people looked horrified. Then, 45 minutes later down the gravel roads, we arrive at the hostel, where we were the only people besides the family. It was wonderful!

The next day we managed to get to the park (a whole adventure on how we go there, but I can tell that some other time).


The whole experience I kept thinking it felt like I was in the Lion King. I just finished writing a paper about Disney and they’re portrayal of other cultures, so I mean this with all the implications. This is Africa with no people, only animals and beautiful views. No conflict, on the comfy seats of your own car. I had a great time, and the animals and land was amazing, but it was a little surreal to realize that this is what so many people mean by seeing the “real Africa.” But all that self-reflective academic-ness out of the way, it was a great time. All together, the side trip to Rustenburg was my favorite part of the week.

the board above my desk

Friday, September 9th, 2005

this picture was actually taken a few weeks ago.


you can note the pictures of folks, the flyer for the play in Xhosa that I didn’t have time to go to, my growing collection of tickets from shows at the Baxter Theatre, and some shadow puppets I’ve been working on in my few spare moments.