Kin Bentley In Line: Kimberley

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Kimberley

Another town, another church. After three months of basic training at 5SA Infantry Batallion in Ladysmith in the then Natal, I was put on a train to Kimberley. I had achieved my first objective - getting out of the infantry. Or so I thought. All graduates - I had a higher diploma in art and design - were given the opportunity of going on various officer's courses. I had heard that "Burgersake", or Civic Action, was a good bet, but only realised after arriving at 1 Intelligence Unit, outside Kimberley, that this was to be the heart of the SADF's military intelligence operation, for which I cared not one iota. So I must have trundled into Kimberley around early October, 1979. And sure enough, one Sunday I was back in church. This time it was a venerable old Anglican church, or even possibly a cathedral, it looked so larnie.

The facade, if I recall correctly, of the Anglican cathedral in Kimberley, which would have been an escape haven on Sundays during the next part of my conscription ordeal - a further three-month officer's course at 1 Intelligence Unit.

I suspect this was a view inside that Kimberley cathedral. Note the focus on a young woman's radiant blonde hair on the left. I have always enjoyed the interiors of old English churches like this one.

One of my favourite drawing ploys is to make a distant object, like the clergyman here, the focal point, with the images closer to the viewer drawn increasingly loosely.

The loose lines of the congregants on the left make, I believe, a nice contrast with the more detailed minister and pulpit in the distance.

The austere surroundings here makes me think this was drawn on a bizarre occasion when I attended a Dutch Reformed Church service.

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BrianJanuary 29, 2021 at 8:17 PM
I was a conscript in Kimberley in 1986. I pretended to be an Anglican simply because it was Bishop Tutu's church. But I was soon glad I did, because the Sunday escape to the Anglican cathedral was always a high point of my week: beautiful old building, professional level musicians, incense - it was marvelous. :-)
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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.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Kimberley

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