Fokkin daai afrikaanse televisie stasie
ek vergeet die naam, soos altyd
But i loved it. And so watched it and een dag lees ek oor die dorp stories van Northam oor die ou Oppi Koppi daar in n speech bubble in n hoekie terwyyl n trefer speel, die kers brand en fok dit gaan koud wees
ek sal nie kan nie.
Ou oppi, en Northam you both a place of pipes, dalk diep in die grond of daar bo by die bar almal
n bar star.
Dagga pipes in the ground !!!!!!
Fuck Ill have to check this place out.
Every year is a story. More rain than glory .
So this was the year I was marvellously smug that oppi was happening with some rain, because you know what, rain is cool. Also everyone knew it was coming so why did no one come prepared?
I hope there is a photo out there somewhere with me fucking wearing a cool ass red visor in a condition in which it actually serves more than two purposes. rain and extra effects.
Needless to say its a lamp shade now after Endless daze [ hyperlink here ] .
I was supposed to be completing my Masters and October cause thats when it was, was a rather critical moment for me especially because I got warned that I may fail technical design if I did pull hats and rabbits - I mean I cried as I often do - and decided I was being stupid in designing two buildings when all I needed was one and went to Oppi Koppi and photographed the hell out of it and mostly put my cameras away in my tent at Kamp Rofjol because it was raining and I was drunk and we all know that mud and cameras and actually all of the above do not go hand in hand, yet some how they do and its been beautiful watching it.
anyway- I did my masters in architecture, but it was close because 'self-doubt' and Im not as rigorous as they'd like, but I printed lots of posters about my ideas and spoke to 20 people about it and they got it - and it comes down to my interest in how festivals are waste landmarks with no ecological management systems beyond the festival itself that deal with waste - the thought of 20 Afrika Burners standing in a row infront of what is left over after every oppi emits unanimously weep - yet this if anything is the human condition.
So why go get all self indulgent about all over again I ask myself. ssssshucks because if anything, Oppi is where trash meets trash and we get to know how trash we are about trash and then leave to lead trash life because in the words of a band I'd very much like to see at Oppi Koppi anytime soon so can we please do all the things to make us this festival...'TRASH PEOPLE' by Cherryglazerrrrrr and then finally dont forget music is the medium or whatever, Im going to see naked people Who wants to Ren Hang. I really hope you all are at home reading this on your solar panelled computers and recycled filtered lives because man
That road. But not that time.
The year I figured flash out, failed and then luckily had the honour of making some art.
Cause what the fuck is art ?
Art is error.
Art is not knowing.
Art is getting to remember. Experience emotion at the remembering or void thereof.
Art is to see. What is to see?
An immediate thought with immediat ee question, but also its so cold.
[ o fuck excuse my post grad shit head]
But also Horizons Project Choir performed their very first performance with Academie. Im no music critic but I definitely love a good vibration and that chilly winter dusk with all the dust in the air was a series of colours I had to capture despite packing the wrong gear for my flash camera set-up. So I manual flashed and I think one or two of those came out and then I really had to rely of a maintained still. The risk of film - fucking it all up and not knowing, fucking it up but thinking you know how, and then finally, fucking it up and not knowing how to fix it nonetheless lesson learnt - and the images are theyre own and the rest is fucking Oppi Koppi history babes.
Wessel en die Boom.