I met a man recently who told me, almost at our first meeting, that he was an alcoholic who had been sober for a year. I immediately understood that he was at risk of committing suicide in Hogsback. Certainly for the first few months of our friendship, he was sober. Read more…
Every day I do a little bit more work on the cabin that I’m building up here at number 48 main road hogsback in the eastern Cape Province of South Africa. I also get out my chisels, sharpen them up and do some work Carving in Hogsback. At least a Read more…
I’m afraid I simply cannot come to terms with the behavior of these dreadful people who dominate the central business district of the village of Hogsback in the eastern Cape Province of South Africa. Is this really an example of hogsback manners? Where the hell do these awful people get Read more…
Well I have blogged previously about my experience at the hands of the drug addled homophobic pseudo Christian rave culture that invaded the village of hogsback in the eastern cape Province of South Africa. What an awful experience that was to hug my friend of 16 years at one of Read more…
I realize, having now spent some time in the village of Hogsback, that many of the children here are not attending School. They are attending that awful monster, Hogsback Homeschool.Their precocity not withstanding it seems a damned shame that an entire generation of children should be educationally neglected simply to Read more…
As an artist I find that the environment in the Eastern eastern Cape mountains above the village of Hogsback is rather inspiring the light is quite beautiful and the Flora and Fauna available to see are quite extraordinary. I find myself devoting much of my time to the art of Read more…
The meaning of a portrait to this South African artist The meaning of art is yet mysterious. I am a South African artist and I spent my life making art of one sort of another and the best explanation that I have of exactly what I’m doing is what one Read more…
I left the little wooden cabin in the earliest light of the day. Crisply cold air pinched my cheeks but my body was warmly ensconced in the leather jacket. Once at the dirt road I took a left turn, heading away from the lightening eastern sky towards the small village Read more…
In the rocks high above the town where I live the baboons lead another life that is just like ours but also completely different. If you go in the early evening to the top of the rocks where the wind blows and no voices are heard apart from the barking Read more…
I have always enjoyed my time spent in Queenstown in the eastern Cape Province of South Africa. The mountains which surround the basin in which the town lies are absolutely extraordinary. As an oil painter I find the area exquisitely inspiring. To wake up early in the morning and hike Read more…