I came upon an Artists competition whilst Googeling the
other day that is hosted by ABSA Bank. The competition is calledL’Atelier, it
is a competition for new up and coming young Artists and the three prizes that
can be won is more than just amazing. I have already decided that I will be
entering this competition, closing date is only the first week in March 2014 I have
more than enough time to find the right skull and come up with an amazing
design for my creation. I would love to win one of the prizes, all prizes
include some sort of a trip to study at an Art institution, it could be in America (LA), France or Italy.
Prizes include payment of the tuition and also a flat for the duration of your
studies and some spending moola and of course you would be a part of the grand exhibition
hosted by ABSA at the end of the competition.
Since the separation from my ex husband I have had a
tremendous urge again to become creative I have always found that at times when
things were a bit rough and tough I could lose myself easily when I through
myself into creating art work or reading. Reading has taken a step back
especially after my Kindell broke – one of those joys of having kids. Luckily I
am not attached to my earthly possessions, I don’t really have any and I have
made peace about ten years ago with the fact that for as long as I have young
children in my midst nothing I own is mine to keep as it is inevitable that the
kids will f@#$ck it up.
As soon as I started my new life I immediately through
myself into creating art pieces, mostly just for the fun of it after all I now
had “me time” for the first time in 15 years, and it kept my mind off things in
life that had actually stressed me out too much. Also every single art work I
ever created had found itself into someone’s home and had brought smiles to the
owners faces and some great reviews had
been given to me, I absolutely love it when people see my work and praise me
for the beauty and quality of it. My first art work I start upon the journey of
finding myself again was a pencil drawing, it took a couple of months to finish for
the mere fact that midway I stopped working on it for no real reason, I only
finished it the night before my birthday party, this art work was displayed the night of my party next to where the Dj’s was spinning the decks.
Pencil Drawing
The night before my birthday party was of course the same
night of the famous haircut Doep gave Snoot. Snoot, had come to visit me for
the weekend at Bob’s house and of course we were having a grand old visit. Hours
and hours had passed, it must have been about four in the morning, I had just
finished my drawing when I realised what time it is and that I was planning on
having my hair shaved 8 hours ago. Snoot’s hair had been looking a bit kak
itself a bit like Beetle Juice to long on the sides. I had suggested Snoot
shaves a bit off the sides to avoid looking like that Beatle juice Character as
it is he has at least one security guard following him when he enters ANY shop.
He wasn’t too keen but then Doep had mentioned his dad was the barber of the
army in his days and he knew how to give a haircut.
With my clippers ready Doep who has not had any sleep in
5 nights, Snoot having spent three and a half hours not so long ago giving me a
lekka tattoo of a raven and who is also now suffering a lack of sleep, the sha-vathon kicked off. Doep
went ahead and not only shaved Snoot’s hair all round, but he had cut him a new
f@#cking hairline!! Snoot’s haircut in short was almost the end of my life! Hoe
later hoe kwater – By the time Snoot had sat another 6 hours to tattoo Trevor
and Mary (Who I had met at Aruba Lounge) he thought his main job for the
remainder of the evening was to show me right in my face every two minutes the
new hairline, compliments from Doep.
I practically had to beg Snoot to stay away from me. I
was either going to die laughing or I was going to piss myself – neither one of
these two seemed like my idea of fun on my bestest ever birthday party. I had
ended up a curled in a foetal position about 2 meters from the bathroom for
what felt like at least half an hour.
On the following occasion that the time came for Snoot to
have a haircut he had left it in my hands. Just like me, Snoot also loves DIE
ANTWOORD, we sit and listen to their music, rap to their lyrics and piss
ourselves as we do so. We keep on agreeing, some of the best ever lyrics to
ever hit the Afrikaans music scene. We can relate, he gets them like me and
some other like-minded people I know. Snoot wants a haircut like Ninja, most
important we need to get rid of that very weird looking hairline Doep had
shaved and make it less noticeable.
So the beginning to the zef haircut starts. I shave it
with sheer perfection, I have a very steady hand and if it can be so steady
whilst I paint, shaving won’t be a problem. And the results as expected was
perfect indeed, another two or so shaves and snoot will have a true Ninja
haircut. I also like Yolandi Visser’s haircut, but I have already shaved all my
hair off and must say I am completely happy leaving it this way.
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