Communication through art

Benchmark is a chain that I found this lock with a massage.

The massage written on the lock is in did truthful. And to top it of I’ve been for the past two years been sleeping on the bench that has had this chain locked on it.

Every now and then I still come and sit at the bench in the gardens. My life has been a journey that I sometimes feel bitter about but I’ve come to acknowledge that with my past comes the strength and courage to carry through today the practical experience of having to have the patience and faith to be true and find peace within myself as well as forgiveness.

Now I’m on the road to recovery and it’s not easy but healthy for me. The art school is teaching me slot and I love each and every day I’m able to learn and interact in classes. I am still struggling with art materials and would appreciate it if donation for the Art foundation that is aimed at connecting poeple by communication through art, homeless to non homeless people together to make a voice message that will help intergrade homeless and society into a open gate way of communicating.

The T-shirt and cards are up for grabs for anyone willing to donate and help with materials towards you foundation.

Thank you for all your support and generosity towards my growth and development. God bless us all in are strive for peace,love,and humanity.

My progress and how it goes well with everything.

The process of adjusting to being in school and having a place to stay that Is more then suitable for me to live in, I feel blessed each and every moment I wake up to find myself safe and warm.

With school, Ruth Prowse Woodstock where I’m currently attending art classes and learning more about art as a career and business. The first time in class I was excited not sure what to expect and eager to learn. The lessons are not that difficult for me but I have been struggling with print making which I was unable to hand in my final work, a landscape collography. I am going to have to learn to ask for help when I don’t know or misunderstand.

I have been consitrating  on my school work and researching the history of art and design elements to give me the overall understanding of what I can work on and archive  good marks whilst having enough time to produce artworks to sell in order to support myself regards to clothing ,medical and social networks.

Thanks for the support , kindness and generosity towards me and my future, having the opportunity to education for me ,every night I secretively prayed for school and to have access to an accommodation and  resources to help me archive my goels. I’m not going to have the same amount of time as I did before attending school,now I am going to update the blog two times a month and that’s if I’m not falling behind school project ecstra .


Rony had a stroke years back. He is also a drug addict, and he was involved with
Dikie last year. He has mother who comes to town looking for him because she worries about him sleeping on the street. As soon as his mom takes him home, Rony will appear again a day later in town asking for small change.

We argue a lot when he’s sitting with me at the bench in the gardens. It irritates the hell out of me when he begs with me around, and if the person or people don’t respond back he will pass rude remarks, saying he wants to buy drugs with their money. Still, I have grown close to him, and even though we argue we enjoy each others company. He is HIV positive and takes his ARVs with him where ever he goes.

Making Something Out of Nothing

Since living on the streets of Cape Town, I’ve learnt how to stay strong and behave in a manner that is respectful of the next person. Last year I met a women named Michelle, a sex worker. Downtown, on the Parade where Nelson Mandela gave his freedom speech, young women and men sell their bodies for R10 or R20. It pains me when I see and watch what happens to some women.

When we were together I felt relaxed which is something I don’t do easily, letting my guard down. It is not easy for most females to just feel free, and that is because there are more men than women living on the street. We became close and that made the guys angry. Whenever a male or group of men came past us sitting on the bench, comments were made and sometimes they would take out a knife to try and scare me and let me know that I was asking for trouble if Michelle and me were involved. Usually we laughed it off, but it got worse.

We just connected as if we had known each other for years, and so are friendship began. We both loved laughing, and were not as bitter or full of misery as others around us. I decided that she would be my muse, and a portrait that I drew of her was quickly bought. That day I realized that I could make money from drawing.