Kin Bentley In Line: Inspection

Monday, June 28, 2010

Inspection

I haven't mentioned yet that standing inspection was the bane of most military conscripts' lives. The weekly inspection was held on Monday mornings, which meant much of the weekend was taken up with washing and ironing clothes and cleaning the old "geweer", or rifle. As recently as last night, I have had ongoing nightmares about this particular aspect. Indeed, while I saw no active conflict, I still have regular nighmares about simply being in the military - interminable months of time wasted in that awful environment. Anyway, preparing for inspection offered more cannon fodder for my eager pen, and even the odd watercolour.

I can still picture this oke, an Afrikaans guy who was meticulously spick and span. Here I did a quick watercolour sketch as he ironed his clothes. Note the little orange cup of water on the left, which he would have used to dampen the clothes.

Invariably, if you happened to be at one of the ironing stations, a mate would join you for a chat. Here I caught a guy, possibly at the same spot as the one shown before this, in a few fineliner lines.

Hand-washing your clothes was another drag. Note how, in this ballpoint sketch, the guy's head is shown in two places. That is the beauty of drawing. You are able to follow life as it happens.

On occasion some people, somehow, even in a "white" military base, managed to "outsource" their labour to willing black okes, like this guy doing some washing, complete with beanie.

Another view of the same black guy washing.

Inspection was, of course, not only about your clothes. In this quick sketch I suspect the guy is putting the finishing touches to his bed. Often okes would sleep in their sleeping bags beside their perfectly made beds the night before a major inspection.

This flurry of lines I suspect depicts a guy polishing his boots. I quite enjoy the feeling of frenzied activity.

The shiny floor of our massive bungalow in Kimberley. About 110 people were arrayed in six or so rows of beds/steel cupboards in this former aircraft hangar. Here I've drawn the one electric polisher we had at our disposal on a shiny section of floor.

I think this is a guy called Trevor Keyter, mentioned earlier, hard at work with that polisher. Again, I like the free-flowing lines here.

Two more quick sketches of Mr Keyter hard at work.

Mr Keyter again, putting a final glow on his boots.

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About this blog

This blog has morphed from one thing to the next, and will continue to do so.

The latest offerings are of a political nature, though the main role of the blog is to put online scanned versions of my sketches, which make up the bulk of the first part.

* Earlier, I returned to a project I suspended on September 12, 2011, namely posting clilppings from my writings in the Herald newspaper in Port Elizabeth. From those you'll have gleaned that I was first prevented from writing political letters and articles critical of the ANC government.

Then my art reviews came under fire - from the hallowed halls of academia, no less.

* Before this, I posted a series of book reviews and an account of recent travels.

* There is also a short autobiographical novel, Little K and the Big World.

Below is a summary of what was posted before that. (NB. To view pictures larger, hold down "shift" and left click on the mouse. Click again to see it even larger.)

* During the 27 years I have worked as a journalist, I have kept random samples of my work. Initially, when I joined the Evening Post in Port Elizabeth in 1984, I kept a scrapbook, so those first years – when the anti-apartheid struggle really started hotting up – are fairly well covered.

By the time I joined the Eastern Province Herald in about 1988, I’d stopped collecting my stories, but I have one article I wrote that year which I think captures the mood of those dark times.

During two years in the UK – 1990 and 1991– when I worked as a correspondent for the SA Morning Newspaper group, I kept no cuttings. The same applies to the early 1990s when, back on the Herald, I covered the gradual transition to democracy. After the April 27, 1994, first non-racial elections, I moved to the sub-editing department, where I have been ever since.

When Robert Mugabe started his crackdown in 2000, I took up the pen again in a big way – and was lucky to have been given space by then editor Ric Wilson to vent my spleen in the Herald. In between, I wrote numerous book reviews and art crits, which balance out the offerings. I began this section with the more recent stuff, from 2000 onwards, and will take up this project again in 2012.

* Having all but exhausted my sketches on this blog - though I have yet to post pictures of my paintings and a few carvings - I thought I would digress into other areas of interest, and use a few of my photographs to illustrate them.

As Thabo Mbeki and the ANC set about rubbishing everything to do with our colonial past, I found myself rather cherishing what our ancestors had done here, notwithstanding my obvious detestation of the apartheid system which, had Jannie Hofmeyr lived to succeed Smuts after the Second World War, may not have happened. It is interesting to note that the National Party came to power in 1948 despite polling 100 000 fewer votes than the United Party. This was the effect of "loading" the urban constituencies.

Anyway, the East Cape has seen a fair share of interesting history down the centuries, some of which is covered here.

There is also history in stamps and envelopes. A few years back I went to a Port Elizabeth antique shop in the hopes I could acquire some old SA stamps from my youth. At first things looked bleak. The dealer only had posh albums of expensive stamps. But wait, he said, I do have a couple of black bin bags cluttering up the place somewhere, full of useless old stamps and envelopes. He gave them to me for about R100, if I recall correctly.

From these I have made several postage stamp-based artworks, photos of which I'll be posting, eventually. I also discovered a treasure trove of envelopes which had been posted to the City Treasurer of the PE Municipality as well as to the Divisional Council and another whole batch sent by dealers around South Africa to the Ford Motor Company in PE. These all date from the early 1960s, so we're talking 50 odd years ago. Each envelope tells a story.

* Initially I started this blog to illustrate how I learnt the art of drawing, after many years of toil, and how, once learnt, this skill has accompanied me throughout my life.

At each step, since about the mid-1970s, I have, where possible, made drawings that are often a more telling record than any photographs.

You will find a plethora of styles and techniques, but the bottom line – forgive the pun – is an attempt to get at the visual truth. As we go along, I explain each work and how I came to do it – that is, where I remember precisely when they were made.

* Remember, as this is a blog, the story starts from the first post and works its way upwards, as it were.

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My thanks, again, go to my son, Douglas, who was just 16 when he helped me put together the header for this blog. Most of the more creative ideas - and all the technical expertise - in this regard were his.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Inspection

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