Showing posts with label beading dancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beading dancer. Show all posts

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Streetlight schools: The life of a beading dancer teacher

So every Saturday, I slowly get myself across town to teach the young, talented minds of South Africa.  I work on a syllabus to teach that includes art, design and movement. Lately we have been doing a lot of art in the hopes of setting up a market.

The more I teach my students the more I see, time is not on our side. Most of my learners head off to the far rural areas of South Africa between November and December. I am really trying to push that we set up a market so that they understand something about making money.

I love teaching at the center even if my students are still learning to behave in art class...imparting art knowledge is priceless.

My students haven't been exposed to a lot of arty activities because of their location and general background. We are moving into a new space soon in our building to accommodate our learners and have enough space to teach and run around. 

If you would like to donate any art material, learning material or even cash to support our teachers' salaries. Contact me or find Streetlight schools on facebook.









Wednesday, 23 October 2013

This and that and some English

I've finding things to do these days....getting a job, studying for my TEFL and just random good things. My good things are crazy to some people...my favourite activities definitely include drinking tea. I look forward to sundowners with tea, reading a book anywhere, chatting with people I haven't seen in a while.  I have been looking and definitely finding. Last week I found that if I don't meditate, I can't super focus. Things like that.  I found myself looking at my poems/words in my phone.

The one I keep looking at:

Shiva loves and dies in ashes

Shiva loves and dies in ashes every time you look at me.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes when we greet.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes when we speak, afraid to address what concerns us the most.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes in our silences and the lines between them.
Shiva loves and dies in ashes of faded henna.  Right between the pumpkin spinach and basmati.  We let the moments go, our moments of touch. Lips. Neck. Back. Breasts. Skin. Toes. We lived the moments before thinking them. They have become a faded memory that we think only happened in each others thoughts.
Only when we see each other do we remember our downfalls.  I have failed love's memory with you.

I haven't forgotten you but you have moved forward.


B.R

Wednesday, 7 August 2013

The Love House (ラブ ハウス)... 愛をこめて(Ai wo komete)

The Love is spreading...and I have found a home in Pretoria.  I am finding that love is hard to find if you are looking for it.  I have found a love oasis instead..a place I can chill, play scrabble (very important for me) and read books without distracting males with roving eyes.

I have also found that the Love House can host my products there. So my products have a home in Pretoria and Jozi...I'll be with you soon. But these sisters have my back.  It is an amazing space in Pretoria's Sunnyside.  It seems for all those souls that do not fit into Pretoria's uppity crowd or house peeps, a place has been created for them.. If you ask me it is the perfect place for my heart to rest and gain strength before I leap out into the world.


Love is a worthy contender in today's capital driven world. Everywhere I look, love is becoming that thing you know is loosing value now and will be selling high one day. It is often easy for one to choose something either than love, it is just easier.  But love asks us to look within ourselves. It asks us to love ourselves...find ourselves and even love others for the sake of ourselves.  It is hard to give into that feeling honestly without trying to get something out...for most people. The rest of us that give it 100% get left behind on the side of the road like deer during hunting season...or cows in the middle of main roads in villages.  We are left with our tongues out, eyes glazed...helpless till we get back on our feet.


It has occurred to me that after getting up, it may not be easy for me to love when I have intense hate.  I have an intense hate for African men(South African...African specifically). Yeah! I said it. I really hate that I have this hate cause it means it will get in the way of my loving somehow.  I don't think you can love unconditionally with some kind of hate in your heart.  I am walking my way slowly out of it...one foot in front of the other...if only men could be kinder to me as I make the journey....


So if you are looking for Beading Dancer Products...you will find them at The Love House on De Kock street, Sunnyside, Pretoria. My journals, skin products and jewels.








































Love. Ai. Lerato

Thursday, 13 June 2013

ArtRising Part two....


Again, we are pushing activism. We are doing our annual youth remembrance event in Soweto. This year we have scaled it down because we would like to really focus on the Media center at Thabisang and completing the interior design.  We will be focusing on changing the space when schools close next week.

We invite those who want to see change in our schools to join us in the spirit of the youth of 76'.  We continue to fight for African systems of education. Thus far no such thing exists, we are forced to learn primarily in English and in Western ways.  The Education syllabus in South Africa is disgusting to say the least. The is no intergration of our indegenous cultures and cosmologies(including language).  Yes one can say the youth can choose Zulu at school if they wish...but does that same youth use it till tertiary and in corporate South Africa? i think not. After the youth of 76' fought so hard, education still happens from an outsiders perspective. We, I am speaking as an Afrikan...not South African(whatever that is...cause anyone can be South African these day...except Africans). We are forced to learn other peoples languages from an early age, then we have to adopt their culture, then we have to submit to the Eurocentric-male dominated world of work that looks down on us still.

The Africa that some of us picture will not exist at this rate. The Africa that says you can learn African ways of being and doing things so we can come up with solutions that work for more than 60% of the country and not the minority.

Reflection:

I get up everyday and reject the corporate world because it does not speak to my vision of that Africa.  I design, make and produce items that I believe call for a different interaction with this Africa.  Most people do not get what I do because I am not subscribing to the usual: go to university, get a qualification and work for a white man.  My spirit cannot subscribe to such. I think it is the cowards way out...I do not view myself as a half-way crook.  Bass John can come to buy books from me for all I care...I handmake my journals and everything else, I dont see why people have to go to exclusive books to get expensive-carbon footprint costly items.
It is beyond me why Africans still look to the minority in the country for validation. I am all about loving other people and their culture(love it to bits) but I am for each of our nations standing up by themselves so that we can build life sustaining, life growing and seriously world changing work.  But i dont think it will happen if we all try to be the next person instead of ourselves.

Nuff ranting:

Catch Artrising this weekend...changing our neighbourhoods one project at a time. Come support the indigo market this Sunday and begin different conversations about financial markets and trade as a whole.

Also if you are in the Kagiso(west rand) area, check out the youth March on the 17th from 8am.  Kagiso's youth rising happened on the 17th and the activists in Eternal Beat(emancipation of thoughts) chose to celebrate it on that day.

Re gopola...batsha ba Aforika!

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

Beading Dancer's pop-up shop

During the month of May I had the opportunity to open my pop-up shop in different markets.

The French Market

The french style market happened earlier in the month at the French Alliance in Parkview opposite Zoo lake, Johannesburg.  The market happens when it happens. I was selling my latest products and met a lot of interesting people.  There was a lady selling cheese and a condiment made from port to accompany the cheese. A lot of french people make their way here cause it also happens to be a french school.








Living Room Eco-Faire

The eco-faire was the first of its kind at the Living Room in Maboneng District on Main street Johannesburg.  The eco-faire had workshops on guerilla gardening and raw food.  The chef in the picture made some gastronomical raw cheesecakes and cookies as well as raw lasagne made from raw baby marrow. I could marry this man based on his cooking skills, that's how good he is!
There will be another faire at the end of the month.
The Living Room is at the top of the building and has a green feel about it(besides the plants that hang and grow everywhere).







Ambush was also there with some words to think about, songs and plants for sale.  Ambush people are plant people and you can sometimes find them guerilla gardening on the side of the road or abandoned places.



The Design Exhibitions(with a side order of tea and bakes).

This time we will be hosting the exhibition indoors in town. The last three have been in  my garden and Norscot Manor in Fourways.  This one will be over two days.
We feature different designers who make different items.





RainQueen Creations

This lady is amazing.  Kebo's clothing label makes grounded, accentric clothing that inspire the goddess in you. She sources the best organic fabric for her items and incorporates her own style. She also has handmade crotchet bags, belts and clothing that her mother makes from scratch with her design instruction.


These are my items...Beading Dancer.  A mix of some modern and traditional materials...with a lot of stones.


Lilliana Transplanter

Linzi makes items from upcycled material like old tyres and shoe soles to make purses, flip-flops and gloves.  She also uses trees to make earrings and accessories.  Lilliana also crotchets water bottle holders.  Her other products include painting on reclaimed wood. This lady is the definition of green.


I.C Timeless

Themba makes anything out of leather...i do believe you can ask him to make leather spoons!  This man makes bags, belts, shoes, earrings and even decor.  He uses 100% leather in different colours. I wear his creations all the time!



All of these designers can be googled or facebooked...but if you come through to the exhibition you might be sure to find them or we can get you in touch with them.
Hope to see you at the next one to catch up over some tea!

New products!!!!


Check out my new products...handmade journals and skin products...straight from the case!






Monday, 4 February 2013

anger and blossoms

Anger and change


I recently went to an interview for a teaching position...I was totally excited for about...oh....since i tried applying. Prior to my interview I exchanged a lot of emotional stuff...actually all from one side. This affected my interview...and more importantly the way I view people at this organisation. It is weird to think that I had always felt sidelined and ignored but couldn't put my finger on what the problem was.

I have been doing a lot of searching as to why people would be angry at a person to a point where insults are thrown in. I have recently been learning to control my emotions through meditation. So anger has become an almost foreign emotion. I think it is important to look at why you say things in the midst of an argument or disagreement.
For me it was totally traumatising and I have since tried to see what other alternatives there are to this organisation. I think I have also give power to certain people because they give me a certain service or entertainment. I need to seek a different approach and also question why I truly want to be with certain people.


A street of a thousand blossoms


I finished this book a week ago. It initially started slowly andbuilt its way to something. It is a cute book about two boys and their grandparents. The book looks at Japanese culture but starts out explaining some basic words in a western perspective...I may not agree with the explanations of most Japanese words in the beginning, but I guess if you have not idea about Japanese culture you might be ok with them.

It really took a long time to read this book and by the time I finished reading it..I liked it. I think I took the authors name into account when I took the book, thinking she is Japanese and would go deeper into issues but it was just a book written for those who have romantic feelings for Japanese culture.
This book opened my eyes to the fact that authors are just people and may not really know their subject when they write...some are just doing their jobs.










Tuesday, 15 January 2013

Book reviews

I have had the pleasure and honour of reading Rani Manicka's books these past weeks. The first: the rice mother

I picked up this book and wanted to read it...I wasn't ecstatic about it. When I flipped through it, I recognised it as the book I hadn't finished. Weird thing is I felt like this book really wanted me to read it and I think I wasn't ready to read it the first time I picked it up. What a trip!
This book sent me into another worl in the East that I hadn't tapped into.
More than anything else the way this woman wrote this book was insane! She basically unpacks a family and the individuals in it and puts it back together in your face. This book has lead me to look at my own family and how our individual connections are through own own Rice mother.

The second(I couldn't stop myself): Touching Earth.


Wow,wow,wow! This book shatters any thoughts about reading an extention of the Rice mother but keeps the same sort of voice.  If you ever thought about how innocence has been corrupted in your life or other peoples lives...this book might shed some light and help piece some stuff together.

I was a bit traumatised by this book and found myself in the deep dark pit these characters are in...but towards the end, I came to certain conclusions about the bad habits I need to break in my life which could send me into that dark pit.
This book is not shy and lays it all on the table...but what was the writer doing in her own story?

These books are thick...and I was a bit agitated when I finished them cause I was used to reading two books at the same time. I have developed a habit of reading only big thick books and two at a time. The one I have been time-sharing with these two has been....Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts.
Shantaram is thick, has small print and is a work of art. I have been reading this book for months...at first I would put it down....about 300 pages later the constant reading and addiction kicked in. I can't put the book down and it has become my companion.

I pick up this book from this brother who sells books in the street in Newtown, if you have been to Newtown you know who I am talking about. A R50 well spent. This book has got me on my toes and every page is an adventure. The story goes that the character...which seems to be the writer...was jailed in Australia and broke out. He eventually made it to India illegally and there he falls in love, realises a few things about himself...and has misadventures for days.
I am strill reading it and I have about a third of the book left. I am not looking forward to finishing this book , although there were moments in the book that scared the hell out of me, but Shantaram is damn good. Sadly, the writer has not written anything after this. I actually just read his website...he is busy with another novel...The Mountain Shadow which seems to be a sequel to Shantaram.

If ever you were hungry for a book to inspire you, make you cry, teach you some rules about street fighting, love and and life in general...this is it. This is a book to have on your list this year!

Some words that hit me in this book:
" I couln't explain that love to Karla, or anyone else, including myself.  I never believed in love at first sight until it happened to me.  Then, when it did happen, it was as if every atom in my body had been changed, somehow: as if I'd become charged with light and heat. I was different, forever, just for the sight of her.  And the love that opened in my heart seemed to drag the rest of my life behind it, from that moment onward"

I think this is life's cruel joke...cause these words seem to explain what happened to me when I was in Asia...this type of feeling and person you never get over. And it is weird that your whole life turns around from that moment...and no-one else will do. This is how I have been living my life since...and although this person is not in the same country as me...I sure am glad everyday that he is on the planet...in the hopes that someday again in a faraway Asian country we will meet again.

Om-shanti-om


Thursday, 30 August 2012

Yukata Chalenji!!!



A friend of mine has invited me for fashion week this weekend. Fierce Couture has invited Beading Dancer to sell her jewellery in sandton on Saturday. The show on the ramp will start at 1pm.
My idea for this event, as I thought I would be there for three days, was to relearn tying obi on a yukata.  Last week when I went to Velvetrobes event, I wore a yukata…most people call it a kimono. I think I have only seen once person wearing a kimono and she was a geisha. Everyone around Japan usually wear a yukata because it is lighter. The one I will be wearing is cotton..so comfortable and breathes...unlike most yukata. I really love wearing my all in one dresses and cloggs with kutsushita...they make me feel lady like and oh-so mature and motherlike.

As it is looking now…it could only be for a day. But I have the perfect Saturday yukata. I only tried this particular yukata on earlier this week. It really fits me better because it sits closer to my skin.  The yukata is in a festive flower pattern in navy and the rest of it is white. It would be great if I had a yellow obi…but I only have a simple purple and pink one.



Tying

My challenge really with my yukata skills is tying the obi and keeping it in one place the entire day. I have tried!!! And this obi business seems like it needs a little more muscle or a good technique…this technique must be lying in some ancient Japanese scroll in the middle of the Alps close to the Kiso valley. I am in search of the way of the obi….obido.

If you know a technique I'm not aware of...please share.

(damn, obi(s))...

Monday, 26 September 2011

Losing senses






Losing senses is a movement simulation of lost senses i.e. losing your hearing through C.I(contact improvisation). This is a brief I am covering at school. So I have to create a simulation that will give that particular an experience of losing one of their senses.






C.I[Contact Improvisation]













Contact Improvisation is a dance form that came from the 70's when several choreographers decided to go against the established dance forms like ballet. They wanted more of a voice in their work and more of a real take on dance.
Contact Improvisation starts by establishing contact (physical or otherwise) with a partner, group or an idea; using your body to create movement.




The beauty of C.I is that one can create and say anything with their bodies through different senses i.e. using skin, hearing to initiate ideas or movement. Learning C.I is an emotional and mental process. One needs to live through each moment and be fully aware of their consciousness;where it is situated in a certain moment. This means that one's consciousness can be situated anywhere in the body, and that your whole body is mind.



The point is to communicate what is on your mind through your body. It is also important to let go of controlled or habitual movement so that new possibilities in movement can take place. This is especially important if you are working with a partner. If you have habits that your partner is not familiar with, it may cause some miscommunication.















In a case that one loses a sense, one can use their body to communicate a message. In cases where one has not had access to dance techniques, their body would need to learn different sensations in order for their bodies to attempt certain movements.






In this project I will be putting together a Contact Improv jam at the design center in Greenside. I will post the date, time and exact place. But it will be a free jam open to anyone.





My findings in the last week




Here I placed my headphones during class to experience being partially deaf, funny thing is I was partially deaf not so long ago, my ear just closed up after a shower. After a month of not hearing properly in one ear, my ears would take turns being partially deaf. I had to read my lecturer's lips in cases I couldn't hear right. I'd have to tilt my hearing ear towards any speaker's face. My sense of balance went sometimes, I was slightly disorientated and more understanding towards people not understanding that I had a hearing problem.

Thing is people get frustrated when they have to repeat themselves, this happened a lot. And I also had to raise my voice cause I couldn't hear my voice, so I couldn't judge how loud I was or if I was audible.

20 September:





First day of the deaf simulation. I put on my headphones and it felt like the volume on everything had been turned down so that we could all hear each other.


21 September:

I placed them on today, and I noticed that it seemed like I was getting used to them(the head phones) and the amount of sound going through my ears. I also noticed that it was easier to find ways to listen and understand because I was partially deaf not so long ago. So when I couldn't listen, I'd read and when I couldn't I'd lip-read.





22 September:

I put on my headphones and today I realised that it wasn't that bad to make sense of what was being said, I just had to pay attention to my surroundings. I started thinking about how people perceive deaf people, assuming that they need to shout at them etc. I also started concentrating on how exactly this feeling felt like, I isolated the actual feeling.

In a way I felt more at peace and not bombarded by so many things at once. I felt that it was my decision when I wanted to engage with the world and the pace I wanted to engage with it.

23 September:

Did not attend.

This week:

26 September:

No headphones today. We presented ideas for our projects. It was suggested that I work on the Contact Improv jam.

27 September:

Today we had a "magick class", that just means we had no concrete work, but instead had to ask questions to the lectures on how we can do certain things on different programs.




28 September:

Today we concentrated on doing our own work, so I did more research on Contact and other contact groups I had heard of and worked with.




Check out the following link:




http://www.facebook.com/comfusao.platform?ref=ts#!/comfusao.platform?sk=info





http://vimeo.com/10911544




The other link is to the right, in my links under Agulhas Theatre Works.




And...of course the Peenutt Batha Jahmz(look through my posts for more information on the group)




http://www.facebook.com/groups/peenuttbathajahmz/?ref=ts




29 September:





I looked up basics for Contact Improvisation and found videos of Contact basics on youtube.




30 September:




I started preparing my production for the weekend and week ahead.




3 October:




We went through the presentation again, as we had Jewish students and they had holidays and needed to catch up on work. We had to show what work we had done so far.




4 October:




I collected the camera...finally. My friend who's a photographer slash film cat said he'll come through to film.




5 October:




Day of jam.....preparing the space and my mental space.



I started preparing the space for the workshop, with the technical staff at the College (these gentlemen were so helpful) they helped move the tables in the space and set up my presentation.



I ran through the presentation so that my participants would find the space prepared for them.



15minutes before my allocated time, I was told to move out of the space by a lecturer (who's class didn't appear at administration) who class usually takes place in another class. I found this strange, but when you have trained as a performer you are taught to roll with the punches and find solutions...even if you have to teach a class under a tree.



As nature would have it, my camera guy came through on time, my participants from outside the college were also on time. So they decided to help me set up in a different class. Which was obviously dirtier than the last.



My presentation started on time with two participants and a camera guy. Just a bit later my other lecturer came to see what my presetation was about, but he had to leave soon afterwards.



It was great to get support from lecturers from the college. In my many years of being educated and being an educator, I have learnt that although the learner can always do their work independantly,it is always better for learners to receive feedback from their educators as they can give feedback to the learner.



We went on to finish the workshop, completing all exercises and an extra one before the jam. We then packed up to go start the jam outside the college premises. As fate would have it, we didn't exactly start immediately, random strangers weaved themselves into conversations and networking took place.



We jammed through Greenside streets, like no-one was watching and did whatever we felt like during the jam. There were interesting moments on the jam, at one moment there was a passerby that joined in some movements. People stopped to just look, other people told us not to touch their windows (and that shop pretends like it's in the middle of Tokyo) while some people kept walking but staring at the action.



We decided to turn back and go back to College, still jamming. We headed out to have some refreshments and food, as doing C.I can leave you tired. We all networked and shared ideas around views we had and interesting work we have seen. Sitting at a table that had people who travelled in different parts of the world and still chose to come back to South Africa and build the industry is quite interesting.



There were a lot of looks and remarks during the jam, but some few questions still plaque me:



I had invited people outside the College to be apart of this, and students from the College. I had maily given people flyers and told them personally about the jam and emphasized that " If the jam was no interest to you, drop in and see what we are doing". While many had obviously started that they could not come because of classes, I still wonder what about students that had said would come but didn't.



Is this a reflection on our (dance) industry as a whole?



Why do targeted audience never make it to shows, even when events have been marketed?



Is there truly not interest for performing arts in general?



I had the opportunity to go to Germany some years ago to perform a piece, this piece included a lot of Contact Improvisation. We had a workshop during the two weeks of our stay. We had the opportunity to speak to other groups that do what we do, and we all agreed that even in countries where funds were available, the arts were not supported by the public which would include the government.



It is also interesting that our dance industry has not grown from the early 70's. Our industry that still opporates like back in the apartheid government, still has the majority working for a minority that still hold ideas from pre-Contact Improvisation. So it can be said that this also contributes to the lack of exposure around Contact Improvisation.



In these days and times where we need to re-think technology and its influence in our lives, can we really afford not to have something that connects us as random strangers?


6 October:


I reflected on the work I need to compile to finish off my project. I had to bind and cut my final advocacy/ proposal document....done. Then I had to update my blogg, and collect all questionnaires that I handed out. I had some interesting feedback from the gentleman from Angelos(a store that sells small goods...its a kiosk that was on our path), he said that he had seen this type of movement in "So you think you can dance" in Greece. It is still unusual for someone to have seen this type of genre in South Africa.


I went around to the other stores to collect my questionnaires and most of the shop owners were not present. I will be collecting more of them tomorrow.


7 October:


I need to just add some technical things around the presentation of my work...mara adawise, I'm almost homefree.



Thursday, 26 May 2011

Beading Dancer article in Small Seed, last December issue



I found this article when I was checking out Small Seed...read on.