A beautiful tribute.

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In a recent post I discussed how the loss of my pet cat and best friend affected me. I also shared that an incredibly talented friend of mine had started working on a tribute piece for me. I was having a tough night two days back and suddenly she surprised me with the finished product. I obviously cried my eyes out, but it was the good kind of cry. I never had the opportunity to bury my baby, and I finally have a sense of closure and remembrance that is worthy of what she meant to me.

Shané, you have been a blessing beyond my wildest expectations. I am truly touched by what you’ve done for me. Your spontaneous acts of kindness have brightened my life in such unexpected ways! And you’re a seriously talented lady, never stop making beautiful things! I am so proud to call you friend!

You can follow her on Twitter or Instagram to see her latest work.

The fear of the blank page.

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“Soos fyn wyn in ‘n bladsy bad sy” – Breyten Breytenbach (Ek dink… ek gaan moet check, Google weet ook nie.)

It’s the scariest night of the year and everyone’s getting silly with spandex, make-up, ketchup, bells and whistles. In honour of the horror holiday I decided to write about a monster I believe is rampant in the creative community. The fear of the blank page…

Some days on my way home from work my mind wanders and I think of so many things I wanna draw. I get so excited by the time I get to the sketchpad I’ve started salivating. Then I choose a weapon, be it pencil or pen, I open the book, I lower my wrist, and then something inexplicable happens… I freeze up with fear. Suddenly I’m crippled by the sheer emptiness of the space before me. So I check my phone, or light a cigarette and channel flip, you know just to normalise. A cup of coffee later, I’m stuck hovering the pen just above the surface of the paper. This can go on for hours. Sometimes I even get my dishes done in between! But eventually I smudge chocolate in a corner or I nod off and a I awake a minute later to find a mysterious squiggle in a random place. And like magic the curse is lifted! The secret to beating the blank page is simply being brave and making your mark. And if you fuck the page up anyway, paste a pretty picture over it or use it to line the budgie cage.

Take care tonight, avoid people dressed as sexy cats, light a candle so the dead don’t get lost, and remember, it’s all in your head.