Sunday 10 July 2016

CHAP MONOGRAM DESIGN (Jewelry Box)

                                                        HAND EMBROIDERY
For a week i felt like a granny embroidering,but anyway...Concept being this box is unity,in Varsity we were given  an assignment to design a jewelry box that best describes your personality as an individual and one  can include anything they like. Well being the CHAP that i am :) and believing in everyone that considers themselves as CHAPS. I made box for yall (sweeeeeeet :) ) okay...seriously uhm,yeah i just felt like i should include one of the most important things in my life right now which is CHAP(if you don't know,chap is my unborn baby,she is till kicking in her mother's stomach,now you know?..she's not not a boy or a girl,just  a CHAP)... and i'm the mother lol. anyway if you have been following you will most probably be familiar with the chap pose,Yes that one,see  the blue monogram that you see with a lot of 'C' s  it represents all the people who has done the chap pose and sent me their pictures and people whom I've actually forced to do the chap pose lol. all in all when i did this print design i was thinking about yall and everything we will be and everything we are not.

       I don't have pictures of the final product,but as soon as i get to varsity will definitely show yall.










THE CHAP POSE :











Friday 8 July 2016

I thought You Were My Friend Part I

As a kid I’ve always had questions about things like death, dreams, happiness, anger, sadness and a lot of other things that make us human beings, but I was more interested in death. I remember when my Aunt passed away in 2004 (RIP Desrey Mitchley) I was only 8 years old when she passed away. My mother called me from hospital I was still living in Ngangelizwe at that time,
she called the helper who stayed with me and my older brother, anyway, the first thing she sad was ‘Mtnam ndiyakwazi uqinile,le nto ndizokuxelelela yona ingakophuli’ in English “My child I know you are strong do not let what I am about to tell you break you” … and I’m just on the line like …”mama I need to go play outside what’s up”… because my brother actually fetched me from the streets to talk to mom on the phone. So after she told me the Des passed away, I cried so hard and honestly I don’t know why I cried but just after she told me my body felt so uneasy, felt dizzy, I couldn’t eat for days, vomiting and  just feeling tired. She was my favorite human being on earth, she is still my kick ass aunt J. . My mother new exactly how I would feel about this situation hence she started to encourage me before she actually told me about Des. What really confused/surprised her though was my reaction to the situation, I am sure she asked herself do I even know what death is because I was still young. Even now I won’t lie and say it really hurt me(at that time)  because I didn’t know any better ,but I knew something was wrong going and she is obviously not coming back
Anyway I was told she had migraine and yeah it was a hectic one.

Fast-forward few, years later I started isolating myself from a lot of my friends and stayed at home, started hating soccer, watched a lot of movies(like every kid did) but the change, I used to hate sitting home all day now all of sudden i  never go out and play with other kids. I developed a hobby, started drawing I would stay late just drawing weird skeletons from the grave and my mother noticed this behavior/change. My drawings were no longer clean and all happy anymore. She would take all the red crayons and red pens and hide them because I always drew skulls with blood and all these crazy things which I obviously saw on television, but the crazy part is every female character I drew was Aunt Des. This other time she banned me from drawing because everything I drew was either graves or a whole bunch of scary things. So I drew at school most of the time, even my brother started to intervene, telling me I should stop drawing because I was dropping at school and I was not as active anymore in sports, dropping  in Math basically and he was the one tutoring me and helping me with my homework’s. Anyway the point is I took my frustrations (even though I may not have understood them as frustration) but now I do. They probably thought I was possessed at home lol. Honestly I was just normal, drawing scary stuff like other kids.


Don’t get me wrong (even if you do, I don’t care) I am not saying the death of my aunt came with some magical spirit or whatever and boom I learnt how to draw. No, my drawings/content changed/became dark and I am Christian so this behavior scared the shit out of my mother who is used on seeing her son’s beautiful trees and happy green landscapes, psychedelic drawings and all.  I won’t proof read this I made a lot of grammar mistakes and frankly I don’t care.  

On this series i'm just really trying to wrap my head around the question of what is death,how does it feel like. Loneliness,is there something wrong when you feel lonely?,Heaven,is it real? is it far?,is it up there?Is heaven blue? these are things i kind  i took into consideration when i roam around the street of Port Elizabeth,just trying to find the most loneliest human being i could find and obviously take a picture of them and yes,with out their consent.






















Monday 4 July 2016

No Strings Attached Ep (Orchestral Covers)

Sound Cloud Streaming and Dowloading link : https://goo.gl/Wazy0S


                    
There is really not much to be said about this compilation,its just me and my friend experimenting with sound and all the beautiful thing that it brings. As cliche as this may sound music is really what we breath and i just hope you will love our first compilation there is a lot that is coming already.