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    Alexandra Dodd
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Today’s sweet dandelion #delicate
My brethren, the trees — overlooking a suburban parking lot #presence #lineage
My brethren, the trees — overlooking a suburban parking lot #presence  #lineage 
Perfect icy day to be under a blanket reading. Savouring every imaginative page of a graphic novel called This One Summer by Canadian writer-illustrator duo Jillian Tamaki and Mariko Tamaki in anticipation of a session I’ll be chairing at next month’s Open Book festival. It’s been created for young adults, but it goes straight to the eternal teen place inside me. I’m only about 33 pages in and I figure I’ll finish it today because I’m totally hooked by the evocative illustrations and the piquant, understated text that conveys so much. Together, they conjure the heady, precarious mood of summer holidays and the whole intimate, claustrophobic feeling of growing up in a small nuclear family. It ain’t called nuclear for nothing... I’m in full agreement with Sheila Heti, who writes: ‘Jillian and Mariko get the nuances of family drama exactly right.’ So looking forward to connecting with the authors next month #openbook #openbookfestival #thisonesummer #jilliantamaki #marikotamaki #jillianandmarikotamaki #growingupsofast #graphicnovel #youngadultcomics #toocoolforschool
Perfect icy day to be under a blanket reading. Savouring every imaginative page of a graphic novel called This One Summer by Canadian writer-illustrator duo Jillian Tamaki and Mariko Tamaki in anticipation of a session I’ll be chairing at next month’s Open Book festival. It’s been created for young adults, but it goes straight to the eternal teen place inside me. I’m only about 33 pages in and I figure I’ll finish it today because I’m totally hooked by the evocative illustrations and the piquant, understated text that conveys so much. Together, they conjure the heady, precarious mood of summer holidays and the whole intimate, claustrophobic feeling of growing up in a small nuclear family. It ain’t called nuclear for nothing... I’m in full agreement with Sheila Heti, who writes: ‘Jillian and Mariko get the nuances of family drama exactly right.’ So looking forward to connecting with the authors next month #openbook  #openbookfestival  #thisonesummer  #jilliantamaki  #marikotamaki  #jillianandmarikotamaki  #growingupsofast  #graphicnovel  #youngadultcomics  #toocoolforschool 
Beautiful bright rainbow spotted on route to the mechanic this morning. So bold and bright, I almost expected a techicolour unicorn to spring over it as I was taking this snap #rainbowdazzle #everydaymagic #somewhere
Beautiful bright rainbow spotted on route to the mechanic this morning. So bold and bright, I almost expected a techicolour unicorn to spring over it as I was taking this snap #rainbowdazzle  #everydaymagic  #somewhere 
Just back from a visit to Goodman Gallery Cape Town  to see Jabulani Dhlamini’s iXesha! (which loosely translates as ‘time’), and what a show. Extremely incisive, poignant and to the quick of the dominant culture of radical dispossesion that runs like so many muggy polluted streams through our national psyches (surely not a singular entity), persistent, clogged with the refuse of 20th century ‘development’, but still moving, defiantly forward — onward past pre-fabricated car dealerships and mangled lots of barren veld under bleached, blank skies. Gauteng to the bone. Desperation, persistence, innovative adaptation to conditions of extreme and relentless duress. And yet in this, so many subtleties and double valences of meaning that straddle the rickety transit between bereft materialism and transcendance. I read several of the works in conversation with photographs  by David Goldblatt (whose brief textual commentary serves as a visual epigraph) and Thabiso Sekgala, who had a unique way of seeing into and magnifying the absurd inner life of prosaic objects and scenes. The spirit of Winnie Madikizela-Mandela also runs like a live current through the  show — infusing Dhlamini’s visions of collective memory with rumblings of the yet-to-come #jabulanidhlamini #goodmangallerycpt #southafricanphotography #nowness #pastpresentfuture #timezone #collectiveconsciousness
Just back from a visit to Goodman Gallery Cape Town to see Jabulani Dhlamini’s iXesha! (which loosely translates as ‘time’), and what a show. Extremely incisive, poignant and to the quick of the dominant culture of radical dispossesion that runs like so many muggy polluted streams through our national psyches (surely not a singular entity), persistent, clogged with the refuse of 20th century ‘development’, but still moving, defiantly forward — onward past pre-fabricated car dealerships and mangled lots of barren veld under bleached, blank skies. Gauteng to the bone. Desperation, persistence, innovative adaptation to conditions of extreme and relentless duress. And yet in this, so many subtleties and double valences of meaning that straddle the rickety transit between bereft materialism and transcendance. I read several of the works in conversation with photographs by David Goldblatt (whose brief textual commentary serves as a visual epigraph) and Thabiso Sekgala, who had a unique way of seeing into and magnifying the absurd inner life of prosaic objects and scenes. The spirit of Winnie Madikizela-Mandela also runs like a live current through the show — infusing Dhlamini’s visions of collective memory with rumblings of the yet-to-come #jabulanidhlamini  #goodmangallerycpt  #southafricanphotography  #nowness  #pastpresentfuture  #timezone  #collectiveconsciousness 
Loving the unhinged stream of consciousness; the part-domesticated, part-feral feminist agonia; and the disobedient sentences showing flagrant disregard for the uptight constraints of grammar in this pocket edition of stories by Ukrainian-Brazilian writer Clarice Lispector. Here, for example, is how one freaky little tale of mental breakdown ends: ‘Oh what sadness. What can you possibly do. Seated at the edge of the bed, blinking in resignation. How well you could see the moon on these summer nights. She leaned forward ever so slightly, resigned. The moon. How well you could see it. The high, yellow moon gliding across the sky, poor little thing. Gliding, gliding... Up high, up high. The moon. Then the profanity exploded from her in a sudden fit of love: bitch, she said laughing.’ #claricelispector #penguinmodern #worldliterature #existentalist #absurdist #desiresoftheheart #fearsandphobias #renegadestylist
Loving the unhinged stream of consciousness; the part-domesticated, part-feral feminist agonia; and the disobedient sentences showing flagrant disregard for the uptight constraints of grammar in this pocket edition of stories by Ukrainian-Brazilian writer Clarice Lispector. Here, for example, is how one freaky little tale of mental breakdown ends: ‘Oh what sadness. What can you possibly do. Seated at the edge of the bed, blinking in resignation. How well you could see the moon on these summer nights. She leaned forward ever so slightly, resigned. The moon. How well you could see it. The high, yellow moon gliding across the sky, poor little thing. Gliding, gliding... Up high, up high. The moon. Then the profanity exploded from her in a sudden fit of love: bitch, she said laughing.’ #claricelispector  #penguinmodern  #worldliterature  #existentalist  #absurdist  #desiresoftheheart  #fearsandphobias  #renegadestylist 
False Bay this morning. Saw three whales lolloping about in the waves and was so transfixed I stayed and stayed just to be in their presence for a little bit longer #whalelove #easylikesundaymorning
False Bay this morning. Saw three whales lolloping about in the waves and was so transfixed I stayed and stayed just to be in their presence for a little bit longer #whalelove  #easylikesundaymorning 
Missing this human, who is in São Paulo with family after losing his father last week. RIP Seu Zé. You went quietly and decisively, like you lived. Thank you for being the strong and gentle person you were. A man of the sea who would cycle to the grocery store in his shorts with a smile in his heart. Thank you for taking your family from Minas to the city, for finding a way in the megatropolis and for keeping everyone safe and together when the going got tough. Thank you for being Wendel’s father. I feel your presence in him and give thanks for your wisdom and steadfastness. You are with us giving us strength, wherever we are in the world #meuamor #saudades #spirit #sadness #strength
Missing this human, who is in São Paulo with family after losing his father last week. RIP Seu Zé. You went quietly and decisively, like you lived. Thank you for being the strong and gentle person you were. A man of the sea who would cycle to the grocery store in his shorts with a smile in his heart. Thank you for taking your family from Minas to the city, for finding a way in the megatropolis and for keeping everyone safe and together when the going got tough. Thank you for being Wendel’s father. I feel your presence in him and give thanks for your wisdom and steadfastness. You are with us giving us strength, wherever we are in the world #meuamor  #saudades  #spirit  #sadness  #strength 
Spotted this drawing in a shop in Kalk Bay and it reminded me of Ling and I, and of what it is like to take a small adorable crocodile for a walk every day. We are about to set out now for a Sunday jaunt #alphadog #rescuedog #strengthtraining #sharpeilife #serenityprayer
A moony sky over Holland Road on my way out earlier tonight. Full days, full moon, spaciousness of heart and mind #wideworld #moonlight #streetlight #preeclipse #totaleclipseoftheheart
Morning walk — fresh water gushing from the mountains towards the sea, filling reservoirs in its course #findingflow #lowersilverminewetlands
Me — preparing my paper for this week’s South African Visual Arts Historians’ conference. Mmmmm... Actually, it’s a glorious projection piece by American fabric sculptor, dancer and performance artist Nick Cave, but you get the picture #headtrips #writinglife #theorygrip #insidemymind #internalalterity #whoneedsacidanyway
Still feeling porous and open to the world’s edges and epiphanies after attending David Goldblatt’s funeral and prayer service up in Joburg yesterday. I had the honour and pleasure of working with David on a Chronology of his life earlier this year — updating the version that we worked on together in 2006. Here is a photograph he dug out of an old shoebox of himself as a beautiful young man, some snaps I took around his office — one of an old optometrist’s script, which I find very poignant —and one of him near to when I last saw him, looking to the light. May I continue to learn from his innate wisdom, and his commitment to saying what he meant and being fiercely true to what he saw #goodbyegoldblatt #davidgoldblatt #structures #thelossisreal #rock
Still feeling porous and open to the world’s edges and epiphanies after attending David Goldblatt’s funeral and prayer service up in Joburg yesterday. I had the honour and pleasure of working with David on a Chronology of his life earlier this year — updating the version that we worked on together in 2006. Here is a photograph he dug out of an old shoebox of himself as a beautiful young man, some snaps I took around his office — one of an old optometrist’s script, which I find very poignant —and one of him near to when I last saw him, looking to the light. May I continue to learn from his innate wisdom, and his commitment to saying what he meant and being fiercely true to what he saw #goodbyegoldblatt  #davidgoldblatt  #structures  #thelossisreal  #rock 
Just found this leaf lying on the ground out back near the compost heap #astonishingearth #miracleandwonder
Small pile of kindling gathered in from the garden, some of it from the pruned branches of a cherished tomato plant that gave us so many tomatoes this past summer. Hoping that it is regerating at root level below the surface #twigs #winterrituals #clearing #cycles
Small pile of kindling gathered in from the garden, some of it from the pruned branches of a cherished tomato plant that gave us so many tomatoes this past summer. Hoping that it is regerating at root level below the surface #twigs  #winterrituals  #clearing  #cycles 
A night of beautiful, brave embodiment at Body Politic last night. Icy rain pouring down on the roof above us, but inside it was hot. Full house — audience squeezed together on the wooden rafters. And a run of short, direct performances that took the layers off and brought us back to our base materials. Bravery gives life to bravery, and last night made me want to be more brave. Congratuations to @louisewesterhout for initiating the project, and to @katearthurx, Leán Bakker, Andi Colombo, Matshidiso Skosana @thequeertimes_00 , @lliezel_ellick, Armin Hensel, Joanna Evans, Isabel Ritchie and @tandile_mbatsha for bringing us some urgent voice made flesh. Respect. I didn’t manage to get photos of all the performances — thankfully @niklascarlzimmer was there with his camera — but here are a few snaps #bodypolitic #taac #liveart #embodiment #courage #metamorphic #hereandnow
A night of beautiful, brave embodiment at Body Politic last night. Icy rain pouring down on the roof above us, but inside it was hot. Full house — audience squeezed together on the wooden rafters. And a run of short, direct performances that took the layers off and brought us back to our base materials. Bravery gives life to bravery, and last night made me want to be more brave. Congratuations to @louisewesterhout for initiating the project, and to @katearthurx, Leán Bakker, Andi Colombo, Matshidiso Skosana @thequeertimes_00 , @lliezel_ellick, Armin Hensel, Joanna Evans, Isabel Ritchie and @tandile_mbatsha for bringing us some urgent voice made flesh. Respect. I didn’t manage to get photos of all the performances — thankfully @niklascarlzimmer was there with his camera — but here are a few snaps #bodypolitic  #taac  #liveart  #embodiment  #courage  #metamorphic  #hereandnow