MATCHSTIX II is an exhibition sequel: the story continues burning along the same lines. Matchstix II is a open stage for meditation and a playground experience born from phoenexical dreams, some quirk-some narrative building blocks, some personal short stories, anecdotes and selected intimates.
Ill equipped and too isolated a response to current world affairs, Matchstix II lacks any intended feats of grandeur and would like to be dismissed as decidedly full of potential but with a hankering for reverie. It is about restlessness, as in a state of incontentness, the resulting chaos, terminal illness and subsequent green shoots and aftermath. With everything this entails and implies however, including pit stops, any recognizable sign posts point instead to a parallel atmosphere.
Intentionally misleading for my protection and your adventure: assimilate and then destroy.
Tickets: evidence of a documentary project on the demise of Drive-ins in South Africa (with memoir like foot notes). Drive-ins as I see them today: big blank out-of-use spaces that people project their memories onto. Drive-ins crumble over years, they dominate their stages, billboards of extreme potential and utter loss. Catch the magic while you still can: The proverbial Hot Dogs of 80's South Africana might be crunchy, but at 30 bucks per double feature, 4 in the car and the freedom to smoke, they never tasted so good. "It's always better through your windscreen".
Fireworks: Fire burns in many forms and in order to comprehend its significance, one needs to understand/experience fire as destruction, as transmutation and as regeneration; as violence and as reassurance. Sometimes as the image of love sometimes anger. Fire attracts my idolatry, it animates everything, gives life to my emotions and imagination. A "Fireworks" fire is a roaring, spitting, ferocious, eat you whole fire using media such as bitumen, fibreglass, various epoxies, glues and petrol. It is about actually trying to burn i.e. about the process, about heat and sweat. It's my contemporary ritual for and inspired by yearning and the psychology of pure intensity: Its not a fact of data so much as a quality of interpretation. “Fireworks” are born of desire, from looking back and deciding what was good and what was worthwhile and what worth forgiving and then what…
Wishbones: are the built in excuse “Matchstix II” is intended for. They are the promise and the trust in the unlikely but likable happy ending. Wishbones are the plastic pastel palette of my painting “career” the Y-fronted treasure in the flotsam and the jetsam, Wishbones are essentially “landscapes”, borderless, layered, teased out from abstract to fictional, an open invitation for invasion by the whim, the whimsy, the outlaw and bandit on a search lighted gambit. The after dinner mint and tit bits
& the Tear Tuin: is my minds zoo, it's a manifestation of the voices in my head. The cuckoos nest, my little retreat, my tea break my lazy Sunday afternoon. a box of tissues and an art felt experience. My reflection is this little prayer, it smokes a little peace pipe for all those sad, lonely and under siege. I lay my reflections to rest with a final nod and a wink to the END.