Kin Bentley In Line: Pollok Beach and the harbour

Friday, February 18, 2011

Pollok Beach and the harbour

There is a small, rocky point just before you reach Pollok Beach - walking westwards - where the waves push through a narrow gap and, if large enough, send a spectacular shower of spray into the air. On the landward side, a lovely paddling pool has formed (with a little help from a man-made concrete wall). Anyway, it was here that, on a couple of occasions about a decade ago, we took our young children to play. And I managed to jot down a few sketches at the same time.

This is the view from that spot west towards Pollok Beach, and beyond that a navigation beacon. There used to be another beacon up Admiralty Way in Summerstrand, used by mainly fishing boats to get their bearings. I wonder if it's still there?

A view of a few folk in the shallows beside a choppy sea.

That rocky outcrop is frequented by anglers.

I enjoy the curve of rock leading the eye to the fishermen.

One of our boys at play in the sand.

This could only be my youngest son, Douglas, who as a youngster was incredibly flexible, so doing the splits while digging in the sand would have been no problem.

I also rather enjoy the windswept nature of this, thanks to the towel around the man's shoulders.

Looking east, ships are seen in Algoa Bay, with what looks like cranes in the harbour behind.

One of the characters on the beach.

A favourite subject, done on another day (and different little offcuts of paper), but also near Pollok. That's with a "c", by the way. No idea who it was named after, but certainly not Port Elizabeth's famous cricketing sons, Graeme and Peter Pollock.

One of my sons at play in the sand.

And another, or the same one.

Ditto.

Dogs and a sole person against a Pollok backdrop.

More folk on that scenic stretch.

Eldest son Luke uses a stick to practise his putting.

A sun worshiper.

This guy looks like he could be blind.

There was a time, in the 1980s, when I would simply walk into the PE harbour and sketch to my heart's content. Now, access is severely restricted, for security reasons. Anyway, there was a spot next to one quay where one could park the car and watch the ships. We did for some reason since forgotten, around 2005, and I did the drawing of a container vessel.

This may have been the principle reason I went there. But what was so interesting about the Beluga something-or-other?

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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.

Click on the images to see them in a larger format. If you want an image to fill your computer screen, press F11. Press the same key to escape.

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.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Pollok Beach and the harbour

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