Warning!! This post may be steeped in shameless nostalgia.
Anybody who knows me, knows that I am a spaces person. For some or other reason I feel the deepest and purest compulsion to peer into other people’s spaces-made evident by the hours of wasted wifi I spend on The Selby, Arrested Motion’s Studio visits and basically any/every real estate website ever. I can’t explain this to you, or to myself. Perhaps it’s my minds way of prepping me for owning one million homes one day when I am all swimming in cash dollah. Maybe it’s fueled by the innate curiosity we- as humans- all have to ” see what’s on the other side of the fish tank”. More probable an explanation though is that I just have a very sad case of creepinitis. I like to look at people’s homes and work spaces and oooh and aahhh at all the pretties and then construct how I would have shaped the space/furniture/windows differently to make it better.
Anyways, I have been super fortunate to have inhabited two really great studio spaces over the past few years since moving to Cape Town and I had to leave them both. Born out of my iron conviction that all artists need a place to go and make a proper mess in while fully embracing the deconstructive/constructive/deconstructive instinct of a child without the worry of clean-up on the immediate conscious level, I sought them out.
My first was a nice big 27 squared meter room I rented in 2011 when the Old Industrial Centre still existed. It was on the 4th floor and I had my own room but shared the space with Mike, a photographer and Joanie, a sound designer. They each had their own spaces and Mike, although almost fossilized himself, was one of the nicest and most helpful people I’ver ever met. Joanie’s studio walls were squishy and dark blue- which I liked.
I rented my second studio in 2012. It was on the corner of Bree and Pepper Str in town situated in a shabby but perfect building called ” Rivets and Rockets”. What was even better was that ,for the most part- I shared it with the best of people ( see “welcome” note from Jotam to see just what a great person he was). Zara, Julio, Jotam and I shared the space although we never collided within the space nearly enough.
11. Reasons I loved the Rivets and Rockets Studio:
Patricia and Toni, the landlords were grown-up children who made drones in their spare time and came to my exhibition. ( Their daughter was also the incarnation of Lilo form Lilo and Stitch).
It was sunny. It was rough around the edges.
Julz and I could go there after a night out.
I could go there and make a mess.
I could go there just to go there.
We had a great Persian rug donated by the kind and gracious Elu.
It was a 2 min walk from Jason’s Bakery- if ever I felt bourgeoisie and hungry.
I dreamt about bringing a mattress in and never leaving.
Sometimes me and Laura would walk from her studio to my studio to her studio on Friday afternoons just because we could. Then I’d guide her around the city until we felt hungry. ( Note: guide not jointly stroll)
In the evenings, orange light would reflect from the Pepper Club Hotel windows into the studio and ensure that even when the city was falling into darkness, I’d still have enough natural light to draw with.
It was the only place I was guaranteed to bump into Zara after she became a social hermit.
Things I didn’t like about the studio:
It cost monies.
It was a MISSION to clean.
The lady in the offices next to us started complaining about Julz making next-level beats a month before we left and that made him all self-conscious and annoyed every time he tried to be a emotionless techno producer.
Now all my stuff from the studio is sitting around my apartment- which I don’t mind because it’s welcome mess. Luckily my sister Julia, is the best person. Or else we’d have a problem. I don’t want to rent another studio until I can one day buy a studio because I hate leaving them. The End.