Why theatrical?
Because art is about creating an atmosphere, a context, a world through which
to express a message and to relay what moves you, to move an audience. For
example: the particular way the stage is set up, the lighting, the genius guerrilla
tactical-haphazardry choreography and the synchronicity of all these elements
into one powerful message. The unexpected. The unknown. The doing one thing
everyday that scares you. The drawing on your walls of your rented apartment as
an expression of your inspired ideas – and the refusal of your housemates to
rub these pencil-marked sketches off long after you moved out. Lying to the
racist landlord to deliver another month’s late rent. Nothing tricky, just a
reason strong enough to justify your art heart. Nothing complicated, just the
truth.
I believe in
Jesus. I believe in living before. I believe in how a soul is chosen to hover
over the earth when its true calling is not yet completed. I have had
experiences, earned a living, driven a fancy car, travelled abroad, met some
amazing people, had a share of fame and still was unfulfilled as I lay a winter
through feeling depressed in my ghetto-oh-so-cool apartment. So I took substance
to distract me through my own issues and I drank and smoked and recycled and
lived the dream by appearing in a prominent alcohol advert on tv and a ghetto-chic
billboard in Soweto. However, I still feel like a baby of three months old in
this current life where my age-old clock tells me I’m joining the sensationalised
’27 club’ in my Libra month. On the 6th of Libra two thousand and
end of the world I died. I left a life that I thought I was in control of, a
life of foolery. Was I too scared to say this all at the time to my loved ones?
Yes I was. Now that time and healing have had their way with me the soul inside
me sees this all as a massive education and a priveledge. A priveledge I only
died in my selfish ways and a dark world and not in a heart-attack or in a
prison cell, as now I see it as a fortune to wake up with a new hit of sunshine
and a bottle filled with grace. It was through faith that I was saved from
myself, because of grace given to me. I’ll walk into this grace I’ve found in
the hope-giver. I believe there is a ‘Jesus figure’ in every generation and wow
the lowest of the low place I was in not so long ago would be the perfect place
for a child of light to emerge from. So I say, sometimes I’m a space-cadet,
sometimes I’m a sanguine, sometimes I’m your best friend, the other times
awaiting* getonthebuswithgus*
I have
something, you’re jealous or glad or indifferent. I am only conscious of the
fact that I have something because I lived through what it was like to have
nothing and everything back-stabbed out of me and run out of petrol and borrow
money from a stranger once. And to pass out in the back of my bakkie on the
side of the highway once even when I did in fact have enough petrol to get home,
only to learn my alcohol tolerance, was an embarrassment to me. I scream. I cry.
I mock myself. I heart-break. I confuse. I manic-depress. I am he, she, it. But
don’t we all share in this self-depreciation of modernity? I am human. I am
self. I am love’s message and darkness’ reminder all wrapped up in one
beautiful piece of work.
Stronger
I
want to live a life that’s new, a life that sings Your timeless tune, Your
truth revealed in action.
I
want to reflect all Your shine, do all of this all of the time, to walk with You
in my mind.
Jesus
gave me a brand new heart and I am living a new start, I go with all of my
aught.
He
raised me from the death of death, and shifted my eyes to look ahead, a gaze to
see straight through death.
He
says :
“I
will not runaway, honey when you get things wrong, oh so wrong
You
I have filled with my love so stand up straight and be stronger.”
Now
God can give you this today, a life that’s new in every way, a peace which
flows right through you
If
you confess that He is Lord, and believe He was raised above, then you will be
saved from death.
He
says :
“I
will not runaway, honey when you get things wrong, oh so wrong
You
I have filled with my love so stand up straight and be stronger.”
“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your
understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may
stand in the sun, so you must know pain. And could you keep your heart in
wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less
wonderous than your joy. And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even
as you always accepted the seasons of the fields. And you would watch with
serenity through the winters of your grief.”
Kahil Gibran
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