Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Monday, December 20, 2010

Change and a Jingle

While we are now about to celebrate Christmas i dare say the jig is up. Times have been tough with the recession and all, such that everyone is quite shy of spending this season. With the sun high noon scorching and having us run to some shade this year the smell of the Christmas pastries is something i miss even my neighbours have not travelled and this is normally the case this time of the year but all i hear is the neighbours kids screaming and screeching joyfully down the corridor. Yes times have changed, the quiet I seek seems to be elusive. But as Margo Adair once said, "there is no state of fulfilment, each change opens new doors and ushers in new possibilities". So true but the truth from my point as an artist is if you are having one such spells, take a trip, meet new people, take a class mix up some different mediums , work outside the envelop, try something different. Because, all changes even the most longed for have their melancholy; for what we leave behind is part of ourselves; for morphing and trying something new is great fun and good for the soul.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Defining Happiness

Happy is the man who finds wisdom and understanding.

Scott Adams once said that there is no such a thing as a small act of kindness that every act creates a ripple with no logical end. But, some people choose not to donate their services because they believe that somehow it devalues them by "giving them away." In truth as Scott Allen said, there is nothing that demonstrates the value of your skills more than putting them to good use for a cause you believe in.

To serve is beautiful, but only if it is done with joy and a whole heart and a free mind. So if thou be industrious to procure wealth, be generous in the disposal of it. Man never is so happy as when he giveth happiness to another.(Robert Bulwer-Lytton)


Tuesday, December 7, 2010

New Works

Untitled II(Immortality Series 2010) Mixed Media on Canvas



Untitled (Immortality series 2010) Mixed Media on Canvas


Criticism

Don't mind criticism. If it is untrue, disregard it. If it is unfair, keep from irritation. It if is ignorant, smile. If it is justified, learn from it.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Art Law Links

It is important for artists to understand and navigate the business world the links below help understand how to sell oneself. To be more than a creative, to be a business.


Friday, November 12, 2010

Investing In The Arts

While individuals are patrons of the art and are appreciated for it. It is another thing altogether for corporates to own art then it becomes possible for the masses to enjoy it. We all can learn from this

Thursday, October 28, 2010

EP-71 :A Car Diary

Call me EP71, Toyota Starlet, and dazzling white. I always have my great days and my bad days today is one of those days. Just after having some welding done, on my body and no longer leaking and setting my owner back a penny. There goes my shocks, no blame on my owner, I tend to be a great ride most of the time, beside the services I rarely break down now that is something to be said so here is my story.

Chapter 1

Right after my owner got me, there was not much repairs being done on me, I guess most people wait until their car is breaking down for them to think of fixing them. This is where my owner is somewhat a crazy freak who prefers everything running smoothly bless her, always makes sure I’m well serviced and repaired. The first time she took me for repairs she was cruising at 80 km on a 50 km road nearly hitting a motorcyclist. My brakes had not been changed in a while, and so I skidded nearly knocking the motorcyclist ahead of me. That freaked him out and he tried his best to keep off me. So there started my service and repair days my brakes as it turned out had not been fixed for a while. So i had to find myself a mechanic who are not always to be trusted, if you ever heard the harrowing stories of missing spare parts or fidgeting with your car and putting in faulty parts. Or better yet stories of women being taken advantage of due to their lack of motor knowledge. Now right here thats where my owner is the exception. She has a car fetish and a sort of grease monkey not that you will see her changing the parts. But she can literally tell you what is the matter with the car most of the time. I digress, So she found herself a garage through a referral and there started the journey to get me in working order. She had the brake pads changed, the linings and then she had me serviced. I got my oil changed a new oil filter, fuel filter, air filter put in spark plugs you name it I was running smoothly. But this was not the end of my journey, with my owner often times I have heard her curse when I’m not working right but, hey what’s a car to do. Half the time I run better than ever and does she know how long I've been around? 

For being around since 1986 I think I run OK if not great. So continues my journey, I got a new paint job and looked fantastic. I don’t recall the day I felt this great. As far as repairs go I am at the best shape for an old car i can be but, I cannot help it. It’s in my nature to drive my owner insane so I break down again this time she is delivering her paintings for an exhibition.
We started the day well she was excited about her new works and so was I, as I usually am driving around with her. So drop of her work and then just as we are beginning our journey back there I go again. You see this time it was the timing belt and across the road this guys offer to give me a push so my owner can jump start me but no avail I simply couldn't start. This time blame it on my maker who created me to wear and tear and without the constant changing of my parts and servicing me this was bound to happen. So while they are trying to jump start me but with no results it becomes clear that I was not going to start. While my owner is calling for help the mechanic comes checks me out and soon what ails me is discovered. My timing belt is cut and so is the timing of the engine erased, while the mechanic was putting in a new belt and trying to balance the tappets I already have a system shutdown my gasket is blown and now I’m overheating all I can hear is my owner hoping out loud that I make it to her garage where she dumped me and heads home hoping her mechanic will make me better. It is just the beginning……….

Chapter 2

I could tell my owner was perturbed I was beginning to feel like a sink hole, and that our rides were beginning to make her feel the dream of a problem free car to be revealed as hollow and naught but ash. That here is where all her money goes and I heard her contemplating out loud how she was going to be rid of me and get herself another ride with less hustles than I gave her. So I hoped to be on my best performance so for a while we were having a grand time with less hustles she took me for service after my usual mileage. I was happy, she was happy, she took me everywhere I thrived and life was running along just fine. So it didn't come as a surprise to me when one evening while she was driving home and it was dusk heading to 7 pm she had her parking lights on, and was humming to some tune bobbing and swaying her head to the music so relaxed. Yes she was in a great mood. 

This was not going to last long she turned on the headlights it was now completely dark and she was having a hard time seeing. My lights were having a malfunction. She kept adjusting them but the more she fidgeted with me the dimmer my lights got. It got so bad that I went off completely. Oh this was not happening to me again, she followed and tailed the car ahead since my lights were now completely out. She drove almost leaning into the dashboard but the car ahead took a left turn and so she was alone on the road in pitch blackness with oncoming traffic.We were not visible right until they got close enough, what a harrowing experience. She drove so fast to get to a service station and have me checked out thinking the malfunction being some minute electrical problem. 

Off and on the tarmac she drove, problem is she is short or near sighted or myopic,so she couldn't tell when she was on or off the road until the car got on rough road. When it seemed like there was no hope she spotted a gas station pulled in and called for help but the traffic was terrible and it took the mechanic an hour to get to her. It became apparent that I was not going anywhere and it was not a minor case of electrical wiring. The alternator was busted. With the alternator busted this means the car battery is not being charged which then means no lights. Not a simple wiring problem. Tired and she dumps me in the Malls parking lot,  while she catches a ride home she makes arrangements to have me picked up in the morning taken to the garage and have a new alternator put in. This, this was it, I felt it but surprising I am still around …..When I thought that I would be sharing a space at a car yard with a sale plaque and a price tag I find myself still looking forward to our next adventure.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

New Works


"Effacement" 71 cm x 101 cm, Mixed media on canvas 2010



"We are who we were'' 100 cm x 150 cm, Mixed media on canvas 2010



''Effacement II'' 71 cm x 101 cm, Mixed media on canvas 2010

To Be An Artist

To be an artist is to take the risk to open up your soul, look into the depth of it risk to get lost on the journey but nevertheless walk the path and gain insight with every step taken.

Exhibition Opening

Audience and the Exhibits 2010


"Mismatched newlyweds" and "Out of this mess" hanging at Le Rustique exhibition ends 10th November.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Exhibition Invitation

“This series is a reflection, not of any individual in particular, but about humanity, the inner being and ultimately our intimate existence. It is a collection of thoughts and ideas concerning our immortality”.

You are cordially invited to the exhibition of recent works by Beatrice Wanjiku at Le Rustique (General Mathenge Drive Westlands) Friday 8th Oct 6-9pm.

The Ecomomy Of Creativity Workshop

MONEY AND MEANING
"THE ART OF LIVING OFF YOUR ART"

Money and meaning was a two day workshop, a collaboration between the Godown arts center and Natverkstan a cultural organization based in Sweden. The workshop that had been organized for professional artists within all artistic fields offered artists time to reflect and draw maps on where they want to be artistically and economically. How to be more than a one hit wonder by developing skills, relationships and maximizing ones profile and making necessary changes to arriving at their target/vision.

http://www.culturalentrepreneur.se/

Friday, September 10, 2010

Leaving Nairobi


A Bit Of Touring

I loved the skywheel, being thousands of feet of the ground one got a most spectacular view of the Niagara falls its simply breathtaking up close. No fall like it in the world.






Heading Home


Funny thing is, for a summer it sure got real cloudy cold and overcast both when we got to and from Toronto





Wednesday, September 8, 2010

CN Towers Toronto


View from the CN Towers in Toronto is breathtaking i wonder whether everyone feels like this or its just my touristic views.



Travel For Kicks

There was a time when traveling was fun without all the security checks, the jet lag what a drag being in the air for sixteen hours by the time we landed my feet were swollen i was sleep deprived for there is no way one can get sleep in economy class no pun intended but the flight services were fantastic. Reconnecting with my sister proved to be that time. I had not seen her for years and that can make all the difference. I had the most wonderful time with gallery visits, trip to the maid of the mist, the sky wheels etc will be posting some pictures as i go along.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Drawings


Fig 1



Fig 2 (Reclining form 5 minute sketch)



Fig 3 (one minute sketch)

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Traffic




The masses heading home. Minutes stuck in traffic 30 and counting luckily i was not driving we hadn't even exited the city lord knows how long that will take.


Nearing the museum hill roundabout been stuck in the traffic for almost one hour and counting......

Jam Jam Traffic Jam

Now if you want to die young that is possible in this day and age. Traffic jam in Kenya has become something to look forward to like some breakfast ham with all the repercussion to follow up. More like going for your cardio and the doc telling you that you need to get off the fatty juicy yummy stuff. Well sorry to compare traffic jam with ham no comparison at all, but lately that is the mode of the day I am beginning to wonder where we will be as a country in the next five years. Apparently I was told that the way the Kenyan infrastructure was built during the colonial days it was never meant to cater to the large masses that seem to drift through for work and life but hey I'm not complaining. To my ham situation, I am driving and enjoying when up ahead just past the junction of number nane (local bus stop )we begin to slow down. We have a trail of cars almost at a stand still and apparently they have been like that for hours yes hours and I have only just arrived and i feel my legs cramping seeing as I drive a stick shift so no that rested left leg stuff. So its just five minutes and still there is no sign that we will be moving soon. so when we do eventually move its only to realize that there was a small collision and yes I mean small because you can't even make out the dent or scratch. But the thing is that the public transport what we around here call matatus are notorious for flaunting the law. So they basically overlap and nearly drive you off the road when they spot a cop not that it matters once they pay a small fee the authority is more likely to turn a blind eye. Back to the story, so this matatu while trying to ferry its passengers who for some reason they think are more important than the rest of us motorists (I have been known to enjoy the matatu because for some reason one never stalls as much in traffic like when one is driving) bumped into a lady who by the look of things had a new ride so even a speck of dust would have been considered illegal entity.
So instead of parking the by the side of the road she instead stopped got out to view the damage and all hell broke loose. you see I'm not one for breaking traffic laws but I think she just had a bad day and the matatu trying to cut in line nearly ramming her car didn't make things much easier worse we were at a T junction it was hell. I cannot say i would not react the same but in some local news a dude(we were to later learn it was a police officer in plain clothing) got out of the car and shot some who cut him off while driving. it made the local news good thing guns are not legal people would sure vent out their frustrations. Will post some images dubbing them my traffic jam diaries.