future-thoughts

Mood: it's Monday give me a break
Listening to: Kaiser Cheifs oh God

Last night I had the great pleasure of having a few sundowners at the BAT centre with my great mate Steve.  The BAT centre is a home for art and craft and it overlooks the harbour. It  is a true hidden treasure of Durban and an authentic cultural melting pot; perhaps the only 'real' example of such a thing in Durban, or perhaps anywhere in SA.

Anyway, we had a few drinks, generally discussing life, art, politics and setting the world to rights.  Steve is a great artist, and decided that he wanted to do a chalk drawing on the restaurant/pub menu board.  So he got and up proceded to draw a very favourable impression of one of the waitresses.

While contemplating the art and watching people admire the work as chalk dust became an image, I began to wonder at the absurdity of putting so much effort into a drawing that is probably gone already.  Wiped over with lunchtime specials for 'Durban Funky Chow', or 'Meilies with Rocket and Sundried Tomatoes'.

However, I realised that 99% of my 'art', my precious writing ends up in an advert, discarded after breakfast and sitting with banana peels by lunch. Or it could end up in a 'Letter-To-The-Editor' with the same lunchtime fate looming around the corner.  Perhaps on a website for a few months before it gets updated, or on a billboard, even in a magazine.  I realised the 'absurdity' was not that things are transient, but that I had not realised this basic fact up until last night, watching my great mate draw Disposable Art on a wall in the BAT Centre.