Art exhibition in Jeffreys Bay

September 19, 2011


High demand for South African Art

March 22, 2011

The next South African Art sale on 23 March at Bonhams in London has attracted many outstanding paintings following the breaking of the record for South African art last year by an Irma Stern painting which sold for R 26.6 million.

Irma Stern's "Arab Priest" is expected to sell for up to R 22 million.

The 20 pictures are some of the most outstanding and desirable works by Irma Stern, Jacob Hendrik Pierneef, Maggie Laubser and Gerard Sekoto.

The glowing colours and vibrancy of South African art is attracting huge interest internationally. Many of these pictures flooded into Bonhams following the R26.6 m result for Irma Stern’s ‘Bahora Girl’, an image of a young Indian girl painted in Zanzibar on one of the artists beloved forays deep into Africa.

Irma Stern's "Bahora Girl" sold for a South African record of R 26.6 million.

Giles Peppiatt, head of South African Art at Bonhams says: “In the five years that we have held stand-alone South African art sales in London, the quality of the work on offer has steadily grown in stature. Without doubt, this latest offering is in a class of its own, hence the decision to hold an evening sale of true masterpieces. These range in value from £100,000 to £2m. It is without doubt the most exciting collection of South African paintings that I have seen.”

The works have been sourced from South Africa, Europe, Canada and the USA, Israel and Australia.

The masterpiece paintings on offer will include:

Irma Stern (1894-1966) ‘Arab Priest’, £1,500,000 to £2,000,000
Irma Stern, ‘Seated Nude with Oranges’, £800,000 to £1,200,000
Irma Stern, Still Life of Lilies £700,000 to £1,000,000
Irma Stern, Still life of Irises, oil £700,000 to £1,000,000
Irma Stern, ‘Portrait of a Malay child’ £700,000 to £1,000,000
Irma Stern, ‘Swazi Youth’ £600,000 to £900,000.
Irma Stern, ‘Woman in blue’, £400,000 to £600,000
Irma Stern, ‘Portrait of an African Woman’ £300,000 to £500,000.
Irma Stern, ‘Pondo Mother and Child’, £200,000 to £300,000.
Gerard Sekoto, (1913-1993) ‘Yellow Houses, District Six’ £200,000 to £300,000
Jacob Hendrik Pierneef (1886-1957) ‘Bosveld’ £180,000 to £220,000
Irma Stern, ‘Still life of tree tulips’ £150,000 to £200,000.
Jacob Hendrik Pierneef, ‘Stormclouds over the veld’ £120,000 to £180,000
Jacob Hendrik Pierneef, ‘Veld scene’£120,000 to £180,000
Irma Stern, ‘The Fete’ £120,000 to £180000
Gerard Sekoto, Schoolgirls (Sophiatown?) circa 1943/44) £100,000 to £150,000


The Simple Things

January 13, 2011

They make it!
They make the BIG things.
Or…they don’t.
The simple things, the small things,
They can make ALL the difference in EVERYTHING
AND in nothing – ha!

They can make SOMEthings out of NOthings!
It’s the simple things
that make ALL the difference.

By: Engela Potgieter

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And that was Swift

January 9, 2011

It was swift, I know.

I never knew that

these things would happen

these changes would come.

I read about animal guides

who said

that I can only grow

and change

Once old things are gone

to make space for my new stage

Of life.

This emptiness will be filled,

from You I will have learned

and one day

maybe reunite

or experience differently.

I love you,

you talented…

By: Engela Potgieter


Salt

December 3, 2010

My bed is salty.
Why?
Cause I cried on it.

So…the sea is salty because
of tears?
No,
I don’t know why the sea is salty.

And the World?

What about the world?
Is it salty?
Maybe. but I know…

[that] I want to be the Salt of the Earth.

By: Engela Potgieter


The Earth

September 23, 2010

 

How dare they
Those who I sustain
Hold me such a bane


They rip my flesh apart
Destroy my bones
Shatter my heart
Use my organs
For their sick destruction
Pollute my breath
Dirty my blood
And cast out my soul 
Those who I sustain
I could fight back
But I show mercy
It’s this which I disdain
My fury is no match
For what is in their minds

Yes, them who I sustain
I warn them with signs
If my destruction comes
It is they who are to blame

But ho
They keep their twisted ways
Oh people of my body
I, the humble earth
Spare me just a day
I suffer for you
Give you all I have
You who I sustain

 

By: Johan Potgieter

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The World of War

September 7, 2010

 

The way of living
The way of life
A sick and twisted game
How could brothers
Who fight in arms
Betray and cause such pain


How could our sisters
Despise and hate
Do they feel no shame


This world is breaking
Or so it has
Drifted apart
Like my broken heart


I cry everyday
But not alone
The heavens weep with me
To mourn
Those lost in war and civil dispute
The bloodshed
Of this sick and twisted game
 
 
 

By: Johan Potgieter
 
  

 

  

Cat and Owl

August 25, 2010
Owl Andeh

Image via Wikipedia

 

The owl in the dark, sits,
watches, waits,
Ruffles feathers for the cold.
Notices the prey, the field mouse,
a while away in the grass.
and swoops down.
Plays tag, teases,
hide + go seek,
Cat + mouse, no,
owl + mouse.
The owl smiles inwardly at the plan:
Make the mouse curious
The owl rests and thinks on the barntop.

The full moon watches

Engela Potgieter (Jeffreys Bay poet)


Sam don’t sing at the Savoy no more

August 24, 2010

Jeffreys Bay in the 1980’s was a jol. It seemed that everyone knew everyone else. It was still a time that when you drove down Da Gama Road, somebody would wave at you from an oncoming car.

Wavecrest was so undeveloped that it was easy to get lost in the myriad of roads and at night you could drive around and check all the buck that still freely roamed the hills and kloofs of the suburb.

The Savoy Hotel and Trawlers, the take away shop just over the road used to do a roaring trade on Friday nights in J’Bay. That was the night the locals used to congregate at the Savoy and Sam Mieny would provide the entertainment.

Sam’s live performances were something to behold. A powerful voice accompanied by broken guitar strings and demands for beer to keep the vocal chords well greased, always got the party going.

Jethro Tull, Cat Stevens, Bob Marley and lots of Sam’s original music were the fare for Wednesday, Friday and Saturday nights at the Savoy.  His music encapsulated an era that was about to come to an end in the town.

Martin Bakker captures the age of Jeffreys Bay's innocence in a Supertubes line up.

“The age of innocence” was about to end in Jeffreys Bay. The developers were moving in and the town would never be the same again.

Gone would be the days of sleeping in your house with the doors unlocked. Gone to would be the days when you could leave your things on Main Beach and go for a swim and they would be there when you returned.

The fastest growing town in South Africa was a dubious honour that was bestowed upon Jeffreys Bay.  Suddenly the Savoy Hotel got an upgrade and the old men’s bar became the venue for Sam’s shows.

Anton Calitz wtrote a song about Sam at the Savoy Hotel.

Fellow musician Anton Calitz who was in J”Bay for a recording session with The Crayon Room, recalls meeting Sam,” Sam played a largely cover gig with his own pieces thrown in between. He was always at odds with the management. They eventually fired Sam and I wrote a song about it.

“Sam’s Song” is part of my own experience as a pub musician where one has to have a skin as tough as nails, to smile at all the broken glass and harsh treatment”.

The spirit of commercialism seduced Jeffreys Bay from the 1990’s. Little did anybody realise at the Savoy Hotel on a Friday night when Sam was belting out “Surfing Jeffreys Bay” that he would soon be replaced by a DJ and the old Jeffreys Bay would be no more.

Watch Anton Calitz play “Sam’s Song”  live


Blank……..

July 24, 2010

I sit in the exam hall,
I sit and stress.
My paper stays blank.
Sweat
drips, rolls.
I need to pray.
I look for God.
I look for Him in the clock against the wall,
I look for Him in the wooden floorboards,
in which Nature once lived.
I look for Him to help me read the teacher’s mind.
But God must be Up,
so I look for Him in the
roof.

By: Engela Potgieter


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