December, 2009

I can feel an obsession coming on…

Fate keeps sending wonderful people my way, and at the moment, it seems to be particularly favouring those with mathematical information to share! No, not stocks and shares! Just knowledge of maths and how it could possibly apply to beadwork.

You see, something I’ve started to notice with beadwork is how often it mimics or replicates natural shapes or forms. So, for example, every other customer walks in, sees our rings and says ‘oooh, they look like sea anenomes’. It was that reaction that prompted us to name them ‘Ocean Floor’.

Left - photograph of a Nudibranch anenome by Jacques Devos (click image for his Flickr stream). Right - Ocean Floor rings.

Left - photograph of a Nudibranch anenome by Jacques Devos (click image for his Flickr stream). Right - Ocean Floor rings.

Likewise, one of our lovely and knowledgeable customers pointed out that our Thousand Hills necklaces are remarkably similar to Girdled Lizards.

Left - Thousand Hills Necklace in elemental form. Right - this photo is all over the internet but I can't find the source. Anyone know?!

Left - Thousand Hills Necklace in elemental form. Right - A Girdled Lizard. This photo is all over the internet but I can't find the source. Anyone know?!

We also noticed the ability that certain mathematical sequences had to produce intensely nature-like shapes, such as the one-two-one-two sequence we use to make our flowers.

A fringed flower

A fringed flower

Enter the lovely people who drift into my shop! I consider myself truly lucky for the customers and visitors who come here. So many are highly knowledgeable and skilled.

Mary, who was exhibiting her amazing mandalas at Montebello’s Art Box a few weeks ago, introduced me to the Institute for Figuring. They are dedicated to making mathematics more understandable and tangible by making crochet models of mathematical concepts. And it turns out, the one-two-one-two pattern I described which produces such a nature-like effect is used by these crocheters to make ‘hyperbolic planes’.

A 'Hyperbolic Plane' Click for the IFF Gallery

A 'Hyperbolic Plane' Click for the IFF Gallery

And the lovely Kechil, a fellow poetry lover, a wonderfully enthusiastic astronomer not to mention computer scientist, introduced me yesterday to Mandelbrot Fractals. She was followed by a customer who told me there had been the development of a near perfect three dimensional Mandelbrot structure. And today a customer mentioned Projective Geometry. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited about maths before!

I can feel the possibilities, and I know something good is on it’s way. Luckily for me, I have two staff members with Economics degrees, and another with an Honours in Demographics, so I’m not alone in my love of maths. Right now at home, Estella is attempting a Hyperbolic Plane similar to this example from the IFF:

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And Mado is attempting ‘flowers’ with different increase sequences. Now the challenge is Mandelbrot, that’s going to be interesting!

South Africa is a poorer place now…

Myself (left) and Jeanne (right) at the Beloved Beadwork photoshoot at her apartment

Myself (left) and Jeanne (right) at the Beloved Beadwork photoshoot at her apartment

Our beloved Jeanne flew home on Sunday night. There are few people who arrive in Cape Town from overseas and are able to make this place home with such ease and grace. An incredible friend to and a founding member of our group of wonder women by night, amazingly capable and intuitive activist-academic by day, Jeanne will be sorely missed by many as she makes her way home to New York. Not only an amazing personal friend, Jeanne was a wonderful supporter of Beloved Beadwork, whether by hosting our two-day photoshoot in her perfect-light apartment, climbing on top of our showroom to drill holes and fit ceilings, or placing well-timed orders to feed her Beloved Beadwork addiction, she has been vital to keeping us sane.

Bring on June. I can’t wait for you to be back here Jeanne.

A Lazy Day…

My lazy day began with one of my biggest temptations.

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Camphill Creme Fraiche is my absolute downfall. It is sold at the lovely Montebello based Kwalapa deli, and made at Camphill Village, a place of community and belonging for people with learning disabilities. And it is yum yum yum, especially with a warm scone or a homemade banana chocolate muffin.

(I’m getting used to working six day weeks these days, so I really treasure my Sundays.)

Next up was a trip to Kalk Bay. K, J (my in-laws), Moneo (our dog) and I waited in the queue at Kalky’s, and lapped up our long awaited fish and chips, before a walk to burn them off!

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Then off to the wonderful Arkvark. K waited outside with Moneo.

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And J and I found goodies inside: ‘Christmas Beads’, a copper star, and a lovely little indigo bowl.

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I would have given my right arm for some of their West African indigo cloth (like the pieces here), but that’ll have to wait for another day.

But because I’m a small business owner, the work never stops, so I think I’ll spend tonight fixing the gremlins on the website until I drop off.

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We Are Here!!!

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Beloved Beadwork finally has it’s own shop sign! We are so excited, and feel so proud of our shop front.

right and wanda

It was made by the ever talented Right Mukore and his friend Wanda.

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Right is a self-taught sculptor of note. His pieces often take my breath away, and his acclaim is growing world-wide as more and more people discover his talent. Right is also based at Montebello, just a stone’s throw from Beloved Beadwork.

We’re so pleased with our sign. Thanks Right!

Heaven is a beadwork conference in KZN

Well, sorry for the silence. I’ve learnt my lesson – having a four-day break was great, but I’ve been playing catch-up ever since. Still, much of the busy-ness now is Christmas sales, yeay! So no complaining here.

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The conference in KZN was, as anticipated, wonderful. In fact, it was even better than I expected. Not only was it a chance to discuss, learn, discover and debate about beadwork with some of the foremost minds in the field, it turns out they are utterly lovely people too!

Before I headed up to Pietermaritzburg for the conference though, I stopped off in Durban to buy beads and visit the much lauded Phansi Museum.

oprahs fashions

I went to Phutumani Bazaar and N D Patels, and found, to my joy, lots of new colours and finishes of seed beads.

Patels

Max at the Phansi Museum was very welcoming, and it was so nice to see him the next day in Pietermaritzburg when he opened the beading conference and the UKZN Centre for Visual Art’s beadwork exhibition.

The conference itself was, as I said, wonderful. At some point I will sit down and write a more detailed reflection, though that said, a small publication will be made containing all our papers in the new year, and I’ll be sure to tell you about it when it comes out.

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(here Professor Sandra Klopper, wearing a newly acquired piece of Beloved Beadwork, looks amused at Professor Juliet Armstrong as she sports a 2010 themed hat from the Phansi Museum collection)

What was particularly gratifying for me was seeing people’s reactions to our work. For most there, it was the first time they had come across Beloved Beadwork, and many expressed real excitement and interest in our work.

If I am honest, I was sad it was all over so quickly. But so glad that I went. What a treat!

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Facilitating intercultural communication…

…or, in English, teaching each other songs in our languages!

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At Beloved Beadwork we are proudly, and I mean proudly Pan-African (and a token European, ie me!). I felt a real sense of pride in that philosophy today, when E came in and reported that she had taught the Xhosa song she learnt at work to her (largely Congolese) church, and they loved it.

N and M

She asked for more, and I found recordings from Freedom Is In Your Hand in my computer. My own journey to South Africa started with singing Xhosa choruses in an old church on a tiny Scottish island aged ten, and today I revelled in music’s ability to unite people.

N, E and C

A joyous day.

Oh indigo…

I’ve been busy sprucing up the shop. It’s looking lovely, even if I say so myself. The pieces are now arranged by colour, and one special cabinet is just for indigo pieces. Next to it we’ve put a small quote by Patch, or Patricia Schonstein as she’s more formally known, from her latest novel, The Master’s Ruse. Here it is:

Once, refugees from the north brought to our region the skill of dying and printing. They were settled beside the sewerage ponds and there seeded plants that flourished like weeds, the leaves of which, when harvested and pounded, yielded a blue dye the colour of cobalt, rich and magnificent. For some years these people salvaged cloth and discarded garments from the dumpsites. These they cut into squares and strips, stitching them together into wide lengths, dying them, beating them with reeds and then dying them over and again so that the fabric acquired a burnish to it. They sold this material through freeslaves who had hawking licences and it became popular among the better classes as hangings and drapery. The blue-dyers’ industry grew and they accumulated some degree of wealth. But it was soon recognised that, with this financial independence, there might come demands for freedom. It was feared this would engender aspiration among other newslaves.
One day a troop of mounted soldiers surrounded the dyers, striking them down with whips and trampling those who resisted te attach. Guards overturned the vats and their cerulean contents ran into the earth silently and with remorse, mixing with the brown and black of the ground, but finding no affinity there. Later, toxins were poured onto the blue-bearing plants and they never grew again. So the cloth became a symbol of the struggle. It came to symbolise hope and redemption and both newslaves and freeslaves always wear a piece of it, no matter how small, even just a strip knotted around a waist.
A passage from the novel The Master’s Ruse, by Patricia Schonstein

Once, refugees from the north brought to our region the skill of dying and printing. They were settled beside the sewerage ponds and there seeded plants that flourished like weeds, the leaves of which, when harvested and pounded, yielded a blue dye the colour of cobalt, rich and magnificent. For some years these people salvaged cloth and discarded garments from the dumpsites. These they cut into squares and strips, stitching them together into wide lengths, dying them, beating them with reeds and then dying them over and again so that the fabric acquired a burnish to it. They sold this material through freeslaves who had hawking licences and it became popular among the better classes as hangings and drapery.

The blue-dyers’ industry grew and they accumulated some degree of wealth. But it was soon recognised that, with this financial independence, there might come demands for freedom. It was feared this would engender aspiration among other newslaves.

One day a troop of mounted soldiers surrounded the dyers, striking them down with whips and trampling those who resisted te attach. Guards overturned the vats and their cerulean contents ran into the earth silently and with remorse, mixing with the brown and black of the ground, but finding no affinity there. Later, toxins were poured onto the blue-bearing plants and they never grew again. So the cloth became a symbol of the struggle. It came to symbolise hope and redemption and both newslaves and freeslaves always wear a piece of it, no matter how small, even just a strip knotted around a waist.

A passage from the novel The Master’s Ruse, by Patricia Schonstein

Off to Paton country…

I’ve just realise that this post was never properly published! I hope this will explain why I’ve been quiet!

road in KZN

I am so super excited I barely know what to do with myself!

I’m off to Pietermaritzburg for a two day beadwork conference at the University of KwaZulu Natal Centre for Visual Arts. Yes, I said a two day beadwork conference. In KZN. I am almost melting with anticipation. This is, believe it or not, the first time I’ve travelled alone in South Africa, and I’m really very excited.

I’m flying tomorrow to Durban, staying the night in Morningside, then going on a bead hunt! Three bead suppliers, the Phansi Museum, and the African Art Centre. If there’s time I may even try to make it to the BAT Centre. Then on the bus up to Pietermaritzburg. I’m even giving a half hour talk about our business on Thursday. Then Durban for the night, and an early morning flight in time to join in the festivities of the FIFA  final draw. Ooooh yeay, what a great week.

In other news, big, BIG thank yous to Brandie of Out and About Africa for her lovely post about Beloved Beadwork. What kind words. I hope we can live up to your expectations Brandie!

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