July art crawl in Central PE

So many PE residents moan about "nothing to do / nowhere to go."
      But there is plenty to do in the Friendly City - one day is not even enough to check out the art scene.We found a lot to see even while the local artists were all at the Grahamstown fest ...
   
                         At ART on Cuyler:

Child art at the Ron Belling in Park Drive... crying out in the plight of the rhino!

Mosaic in the garden at the Atheneum

Roger Ballen's work was displayed at the Atheneum ...

(I could just take a few detail shots)

Vibrant colours at ArtEc in Bird Street ...

                                                 and a decorated suitcase in the galery shop...

Dressing a male actor

For his comedy, Danie Matthee,  writer, director and actor, needed a lady's outfit for his role in Dokter, dokter.
   Although I have a pic of him in my red German dress and jacket and beige hat, he left with a nice floral "outannie" dress, navy hat, brown leather shoes and an enamel chamber pot.

Anelle Zondagh, who has a role in the play, introduced Danie

 to me and she had a great time fitting some pieces.

She is in the background with one of my favourite dress and jacket combinations.

My lending fee was one comp and I enjoyed sitting on/in 

the green chair in the newly renovated Little Theatre

Goulash en ondergrondse hospitaal-museum

Hoe kom die twee bymekaar?   Kasteelheuwel in Budapest is vol verrassings en toe ek en Kia op mooi Mei-middag die St Matyas-kerk verlaat om die pad na "Hospital in the Rock" te vind, kom ons op Cafe Miro af.
     Ons was albei dadelik geinteresseerd in die knus kafee wat na die Spaanse kunstenaar Joan Miro vernoem is. Die meubels en inkleding is 'n beeld van Miro se ekspressionistiese styl.
     Daar en dan besluit ons om goulash te bestel, want ons moet dit 'aftik op ons lys.'

     The Hospital in the Rock was 'n ondergrondse hospitaal gedurende WW II en funksioneer nou as 'n museum om die besoeker 'n realistiese beeld te gee van die mediese dienste wat daar gelewer is. Besoekers word op 'n toer geneem wat ongeveer een uur duur en baie insiggewend is. Ongelukkig is dit taboe om fotos te neem, maar in die voorportaal is daar 'n klein retro-winkel waar Kia vir haar 'n gasmasker gekoop het en waar ons bietjie met die Rooikruis-teken "gespeel" het.... en nie om dowe neute nie. My hand was nog
baie seer en geswel van die val in Zagreb.

Gigantic charity shop

I have read about Caritas, a charity organisation in Austria, but it is only when you see this place, that the enormity of it strikes you.
     Trading as CARLA, the organisation has a shop in Vienna the size of an airplane hanger. Is in itself a tourist attraction and was abuzz with people when I visited with Kia.

Vintage in Vienna

Vienna is teeming with vintage and retro shops... from crummy cellar-shops selling second hand textiles to very upmarket emporiums. We brought some pictures back from our visit in May!

                                               

Have clothes, will travel ...

Leaving for Europe on Thursday and taking mostly clothes gleaned at Charity stores.
     There will be two kaftans in my suitcase. Total cost: R15.

                   Beautiful cloth. A few tiny holes, but the pattern camouflages them.

                  Bought at ACVV rummage sale.Lifted the hemline and washed it in 

                                Woolite. Vienna, here we come ..

Except from two charity blouses and some Hospice panties (new Woolworths, nogal).

my real Barrington jeans will be going with.  And they were bought new!

Fairweather was a top label in the 70's. This lighter kaftan

was found at the Methodist shop.  Great for sleeping and picnicking, 

I think.

  

Flags of importance

Eon, my surfer son, needs to know which way the wind blows,,, and for years now he depended on a flag on the Verandah's back roof to give him the good or bad news.
    It all started when he affixed an empty orange pocket. But that was years ago. After the World Cup Soccer, a S A  flag went up. When it disintegrated earlier this year, I gave him my French flag. Now it is proudly gracing our back garden. And also reminds me of my  huguenot   roots.

Ten days ago, I added some tongue-in-the-cheek flags to the Verandah's facade... This is to remind us how fortunate we are to be able to travel to Europe. This morning Kia posed under the flags showing her pasport (with Hungarian visa).