Out of The Cube, outside the box!

Out of The Cube.

Mandy Conidaris and Kevin Sneider have given the Artist Press it’s first online exhibition at their Out of the Cube gallery: http://www.outofthecube.co.za , the name of the exhibition is “Footprint”. Take a look!

 virtual exhibition,  “Footprint,” is a collection of lithographs by various artists from the Artists Press folio. Land issues concern all of us in South Africa and Zimbabwe, stirring emotions and challenges…

View images such as this lithoprint by Karin Daymond, The Brave Tree….

I am very excited to be doing a print workshop with Artists Press in April 2014, something I have wanted to do for a very long time. A growing experience to look forward to, no expectations or assumptions as to what I will produce, just enjoyment in the act of producing!

 

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New Years Day, resolutions, and Crinum lilies…..

1st January 2014: New Years Day dawns grey, raining and cool. Night of the 31st we heard Clive’s BBC interview..brief but powerful comment on rhino losses and challenges we face…

Zimbabwe policy on indigenisation of companies to be announced today…we still wait resolution on the format of the Conservancy Indigenisation. A trying time.

A walk through our soggy bush has revealed the exquisite Crinum lilies which bloom yearly below our house, one plant multiplying into very many over the years of our living here, an exercise in resilience, bringing forth beauty in the face of marauding insects, stomping buffalo herds and erratic rains….

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a deluge has come, edible bullfrogs galore, floods and mosquitoes…

30th December: a deluge has come, bullfrogs galore….
Get home late from the Senuko Lodge yesterday evening and lose power as we arrive. We eat cold leftovers and creep to bed in the dark. Lots on our minds.
Turn on the radio to try to listen to the BBC Interview Clive did regarding his Prince William Award,and the challenges facing rhinos in Africa, but fail to find it. The rain finds us, however! Our Ground hornbills knew it! A deluge suddenly drops from the skies, heralded briefly by a fierce wind and rolling thunder, as lightening flashes light the windows of our dark room. Lovely! We lie enjoying the roar of the rain then I feel it..the first splash on my pillow…followed by another, and another….
Our roof, neglected for years, has given up the struggle of thatching grass versus water. Over my head. Nowhere to hide…I moan to Clive that my ear is filling with water. His laconic response, from his cosy spot on the bed where drips do not hit, is “Turn over then…”
Hmmm….after mentally trying to redirect the drops to hit him instead of me, I give up and crawl to Kelli’s bed, drier but surrounded by mosquitoes. Rain thumps steadily on our poor roof and as I lie there a lone male lion walks below, around the base of our Tsavene house, his questing roars rolling through the open windows. He gets no response from mates or brothers, and his wet rumbles fade towards our waterhole. The Banded rubber frogs trill their welcome to the rain all night long, and I hear the bullfrogs begin to call for the first time this season, having just emerged from their mud retreats that they crawled into at the end of last rain season. Mating and bullfrog tadpoles wriggling in every puddle will soon follow….

The edible bullfrog (Pyxicephalus edulis) is highly prized in the lowveld of Zimbabwe as protein and wholly dependant on good rain seasons to survive. It inhabits flat areas in open grassy woodland and marshy areas in eastern and southern Africa, and in very dry savannah in West Africa.  It is fossorial, only coming to the surface at the beginning of the rainy season. It breeds in shallow, well-vegetated seasonal pans. It is active at night during the breeding season. The males guard the tadpoles, protecting them from predation.

bullfrog and tadpoles

bullfrog and tadpoles

A restless, mosquito-filled night is made all the better by the knowledge that the morning will bring a new wet world, a relief for the bush, my garden and the wildlife, and good growing for people’s crops.
We awake to a rain-filled house. The cellar and my studio are flooded, courtesy of our roof, but nothing can kill our joy in the rain as we sit on the verandah with a cup of coffee, listening to the thunder still muttering and now gentle drops spattering around us. The migrant Woodland kingfishers are ecstatic, calling endlessly as they perch with open-spread wings in display, then dive off their perches to race to secret nesting holes. Spotted flycatchers swoop in tight loops off their twigs to spear tiny flying ants that have emerged with the rain, and I spot a parent flycatcher feeding the ants to her fat and pleased baby….
Over 100 ml of water has fallen! This we know because the regularly-read rain gauge has overflowed……
The joy of the birds, the unfurling of dry, stressed leaves, the rustle of hatching insects, is palpable, a warm, breathing relief.

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No rain, no resolution, buffaloes bombshell…….

29th December: A few days of no rain and no resolution…
A few days of no rain and the grass is grey and curling. Strong winds have blown apart a forked Brachystegia tamarindoides tree over our swimming pool, but it fell alongside the pool, not onto it, fortunately! I have been hoping that the constant booming of the Ground Hornbills day and night foretells a big change coming….the heat saps me of strength so that I collapse by 10 am most mornings, incapable of further movement! The only relief has been to dip into our mud brown pool with the grandbabies, braving the opaque depths which hide water scorpions, biting water beetles and hopefully nothing more sinister such as an itinerant python!
The pool edge is a delight for our budding little bug collectors, who swoop delightedly on the myriad tadpoles with kitchen sieves and bottles, and even capture a fierce water scorpion who proves his predatory reputation by immediately piercing and sucking the juices out of an unfortunate water beetle, captured and incarcerated with him!

water scorpion

water scorpion

Today Clive and I wake from a hot and restless afternoon nap, and drive through Banyene, past a tree filled with precious White Backed vultures, (no sign of lions or a kill, though), past herds of fat giraffe munching on yellow acacia flowers, to arrive at Senuko Lodge, a sad but still- beautiful place nestled in granite boulders….the living area being foundations only after the raging fire of 2009, waiting for tender loving care and refurbishment…
We sit quietly on high rocks in the late afternoon, overlooking the lodge waterhole and watching the herd of buffalo that we have heard grunting in the tree line earlier, slowly approach for a drink…a magical time of day, promises of rain in the surrounding skies which flash distant lightening all around us….
Waiting, waiting for the rain and for the arrival of the cautious buffalo, I muse on the parallel wait that we endure ……waiting to hear a final Governmental resolution on the Indigenisation solution for the Save Valley Conservancy. Extremely stressful times for Clive who can not settle to any single job these last few days, his head full of “What if…?” scenarios.
If resolution is not found soon, the looming New Year will be a sad time for Senuko, with no easy way to pay staff and field scouts, an very uncertain future for us and indeed for the whole Conservancy.
It is a delight now to watch the buffalo, 100 strong, ease their way into the water below us, becoming relaxed with our presence. They drink and we sit happily watching, with our Jack Russels calmly at our feet. Pleasant minutes pass.

pleasant minutes pass...

pleasant minutes pass…

A sudden whistle pierces the air, a cattle herder’s whistle! We stare at each other, shocked, as the frightened buffalo bombshell into the Mopane trees…and I see Clive’s fave darken with a deep anger that he rarely shows…

Bombshell!

Bombshell!

Below us, along the bush track, emerges a man, peering to see if the buffalo have departed, before he brings his family out into the open…
Clive contains himself and calls to him, enquiring as to who he is, and gets the answer that he is a settler from our boundaries, making his way homewards, his family accompanying him on two bicycles. The buffalo are gone, this man has far to go, and Clive sends him on his way, through the darkening bush. A dangerous journey for him and his family, who have been settled on the margins of Senuko- a difficult, game-filled environment, with no reliable water and no easy way to make a living off growing crops. Solutions have to be found soon if these marginal areas are to be part of a sound conservation plan, and if people and wildlife are to co-exist within the framework of a strong drive for sustainable tourism in Zimbabwe.

Buffalo – Acrylic on Handmade paper by Lin Barrie…..

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Chiromantis frogs in the rain, Amur falcons, spotted eagles and flying ants….

Birds birds birds….a joyous cacaphony of sound flows from the two village weaver colonies that are building in the Brachystigia tamarindoides trees at Tsavene. Leaves flutter down from high as they strip the trees and begin the weaving of their nests from strands of our long- suffering Phoenix reclinata palms.
The Paradise flycatcher couples, which are nesting within metres of each other, are put out by the weaver activity…I wonder if this means they will desert their nests…

40 mm of rain has fallen in the last week, tadpoles wriggling and turtles jostling in our waterhole…
Chiromantis frogs have deserted the dry season haven of our house, to go forth and build their nests of foam over every pool of water. Some nests hang as high as four metres up in trees overhanging the water!

Chiromantis frog, nest, tadpoles

Chiromantis frog, nest, tadpoles

Woodland kingfishers trill from vantage points around our house late into the evenings, and start before dawn every morning. A few days ago, Clive and I were delighted to hear a White-faced owl calling even before the sun set. Guinea fowls have paired off and patrol noisily around the water hole each evening, then one of the pair, (the female ?) sits bravely incubating the precious eggs through the night while the other finds a safe roost in a tree.
Amur falcons patrol the sky, elegant squadrons of hunters, as flying ants flutter up from the damp earth. We count more that ten Spotted eagles between our house and the Senuko Lodge on one drive! Newly arrived from Russia, and perched in trees low to the ground, they follow the rain and wait for emerging winged termites, their principal food.

Guinea fowl pair -acrylic on craft paper, by Lin Barrie…….

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Lions and Jack Russells, Barn owls and Red winged starlings….

Lions have been calling near and far all night, as they have been ever since we returned to our bush house two days ago. Day before yesterday they shouted all day as well as all night…must have killed something.
One particularly loud roar reverberated through our bedroom at 3 am this morning, waking me from fitful sleep. What a surreal way to wake up, an almost fatalistic acceptance of the presence of a lion so close, all our windows and even the outside door open for maximum airflow…
Mr. Cat could stroll in so easily, but we are counting on the fact that he probably will not! I drift in and out of sleep, loving the nearness of the wild. It adds an edge to my dreams.
The Jack Russell’s curl tighter together at the end of our bed, silent and polite in the presence of a force so much greater than they!
Unlike their reaction to the screech of the barn owl which patrols the open-ended roof space of our main living area at night, when they leap off the bed, yelling blue murder and streak out of the door in hot pursuit of the interloper, desperately wishing for wings themselves…….
The red wing starlings have again occupied the nest in our bedroom beams, and have tweeting chicks. Probably why the barn owl angrily patrols the living room, hearing the sounds of the nest but unable to access it!
Early morning coffee is on our bedroom verandah, watching the sudden appearance of a graceful ground hornbill landing in the tree opposite us, to continue his sonorous booming call, before launching himself off and away in front of our delighted gaze. An abstract poem of black, white and red flight. Such inspiration for a painting!

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Cinderella pantomime and pasta with roasted cherry tomato salsa…

Why does Buttons look so worried? And have you ever seen an uglier pair of ugly sisters?

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We are off to the Zimbabwean Reps production of Cinderella pantomime tonight..accompanied by the grand babies from the bush, who love dressing up and play acting so much but have not yet been to a real theatre!

This show is in aid of Childline Zimbabwe….worthy cause for children at risk, and we will all take Christmas gifts for the Childline hamper. Well done Childline for your endless dedication to our Zimbabwean children in need……

The cast of the Christmas Pantomime:

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All family who can be in Harare are going along, first gathering at 214 Brooke Drive for an afternoon of mince pies, and a supper of roasted cherry tomato pasta.

Roasted cherry tomatoes in the pan, slow cooked food at its tastiest, with Olive oil and a pinch of sugar….tomatoes home grown by my brother Steve and sister in law Clare…..

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Before we head off to the Panto, Kelli paints Jade and Rayne, they both decide to be Hello Kitties! too cute……

hello, cute  Kitties!

hello, cute Kitties!

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Swimming in mud brown water….

10th December: We get to bed after 11 pm tonight, so much to talk about after Clive’s weary return from the meeting at Hakamela…

The little girls came to Tsavene this afternoon and Jade swam for hours in the beige-brown depths of our pool, joining the frogs and water scorpions to escape the heat of the day. Learning to dive, she does great belly flops and then energetically doggy paddles length after length. She is a natural water baby! Rayne more cautious, but loving the thought of swimming, if not the reality….

As we now sit on our front verandah in the dusk listening to Clive tell of the day, elephants sneak up and drink from our waterhole. The lions call far off, as they have been doing all day, making me wonder where and what they have killed, to be making such a noise in daylight hours…

The night settles around us, Clive talks, we listen…..

The pick up of five ministers, permanent secretaries, representatives of National Parks, including Caroline Washaya Moyo of Zimbabwe National Parks, at Buffalo Range airport, was on time,

All were ferried to Hakamela where the Traditional leadership waited and where refreshments were served to the Ministers by wide-eyed Hakamela staff.
Hakamela has never seen such a crowd, with every available bicycle being utilized for local populace from Chiredzi and surrounds to join the ranks of the meeting, and those not so lucky arriving on foot. The meeting hall groaned with tightly packed rows of expectant people and a wave of onlookers stood without…
Meeting chaired by Minister Kasukuwere, who gave everyone ample chance to speak their minds, and adequately managed the crowd. No mean feat with such a volume of people. Speeches by the Chiefs reflected their determination to be part of Zimbabwe’s indigenisation programme, to be partners with Save Valley Conservancy, to the exclusion of other currently vested interests such as the ‘new beneficiaries’ who were issued leases last year, was re-iterated.

Speeches by Ministers all varied according to their portfolio interests, Minister Mzembi stating that Minister Kasukuwere was preserving the resource, the environment, for him as Tourism Minister to market to overseas tourists. The spirit was one of working together, of unity…

The ‘new beneficiaries’ were given time to talk. They felt that the Conservancy members were not willing to deal with them.

‘Old beneficiaries’ (aka the Save Valley Conservancy members) were invited to talk. The meeting being conducted in Shona, all eyes looked to Clive, and the Minister directed him to stand and deliver! Which he did. One of his comments being that the size of the resource needed to be understood, the placement of the Game fence needed to be decided, before we could understand how to include beneficiaries. Clive gave the analogy of a pot of sadza…(our local maize meal porridge cooked thick like polenta)…the pot of sadza is steaming, ready to eat….expectant diners are waiting, but no one is quite sure how many people will get fed until the pot is actually dished out into portions for all to see….so it is with the perceived benefits of the Save Valley Conservancy.

The need for transparency in all mutual dealings was re-iterated.

Speech by Minister Kasukuwere…. stated that he felt that the Save a Valley Conservancy had indeed shown willingness to work with Government on a viable solution for the future.

Among other heartwarming statements made was one to the effect that wars were fought not in the field but around a table, strategic plans put in place which are then effected in the field. Government would decide where the essential game fence would be placed around the Conservancy, which would protect Wildlife and adjacent villagers, and that once that decision was made, no one would gainsay it. Wildlife on the Conservancy side of the fence would be completely protected, and those who transgressed would have to deal with the full wrath of the law.

Lunch at mid afternoon, was a surprise and encouragement for Clive…he was directed by the Ministers to sit at their top table of only 9 people…a clear message of their willingness to show engagement with the Save Valley Conservancy.

Government, Traditional Leaders, Save Valley Conservancy members, and all parties have shown commitment to moving forward with practical plans for continued wildlife use and conservation of these arid zones that we live in, in the Lowveld of Zimbabwe.

It is expected that the issues will be further clarified in Harare this coming week, after President Mugabe’s return from the sadness of attending Nelson Mandela’s funeral in South Africa.

Clive now goes to bed exhausted, drained, but hopeful that the meeting was a huge and vital step forward for Conservation and Tourism in Zimbabwe.

11th December: I am restless, listening to the lions, loud again, in the early hours of this morning. They are back at our waterhole, muttering and calling to each other.
The Jack Russell pups start and growl at the end of my bed..raised noses sniffing. Lifting my head, I peer towards the open window, wonder if I will see a shaggy feline head silhouetted there….but no head appears, and a curious feeling of resignation to fate allows me to ignore the prospect and drop back to fragmented sleep!

Have heard on the radio via a scout on our neighboring ranch, Hammond, that yesterday these lions killed and ate a giraffe…was it young, injured? Quite a feat for lions to kill a giraffe, but possibly there were many of them to overpower it…..
Here is my painting, Full Eclipse Giraffe…..

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Waiting for the Rain..

The lions have moved overnight to a far distant Kopjie, calling faintly as we awake this morning and brew a cup of La Lucie coffee. Natasha Anderson, of the Lowveld Rhino Trust, has stayed the night and shares the early morning with us before continuing on her way to meet Jackson, chief rhino monitor. Heartwarming news, her team in the Save Conservancy has located a female rhino presumed dead, but discovered now very much alive, with a new calf at foot! Great news to start our day.

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Clive has a bowl of oatmeal porridge and now drives away towards Buffalo Range with a bemused expression on his face…half anticipatory, half dread. The day ahead is an unknown- he is on his way to meet the two planes that will shortly arrive at Buffalo Range Airport and spill out their cargo of twenty Ministers and Aides from Harare. All will proceed to the continued meeting of Chiefs, Conservancy members and potential partners, at Hakamela, Malilangwe, where the Chiefs have over- nighted, following yesterday’s energetic meeting. Basil Nyabadza, chairman of the Save Valley Conservancy, chaired the proceedings yesterday, and rightly gave everybody in the room free rein to express their views. As could be expected, some views were restrained and considered, others more impassioned….this was a valuable forum for everyone concerned to have their say.
Today could be groundbreaking if the Ministers feel that they have had sufficient feedback from everyone concerned. Decisions could be made which will enable us to go forward together, unified, and I am hopeful that some clear direction will emerge. Zimbabwe has such special people and such huge Tourism potential, it would be wonderful to see that develop, embracing sound Conservation values.

The heat builds during the day, as I struggle to concentrate and finish the Penman tartan cravat that I am making for Dad’s Christmas present. Still no rain..and we need it, new blades of grass beginning to wither, and I am wilting…

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Sitting upstairs at my sewing desk, same level as the tree canopy, I can look over the garden below me as I work….

paradise flycatcher nest in my garden

paradise flycatcher nest in my garden

I am watched closely in turn by the suspicious, beady eye of the female Paradise flycatcher who is incubating her eggs on a fragile, cup-shaped nest of spiderwebs, swaying on the end of a Brachystigia tamarindoides branch, almost within arm’s length of me…
When the showy, long-tailed male arrives to take over incubating duties, she sees him off with angry chatter, refusing to leave her post. Perhaps my presence has decided her that he is not reliable enough to watch the nest!

After a lengthy period he manages to persuade her to relinquish duties to him!…

Male paradise flycatcher on nest

Male paradise flycatcher on nest

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Cat dreams….

A night of restless imaginings and shallow dreams, sleep punctuated by the approaching roar of lions. The very ones we listened to late yesterday afternoon as we sat watching the sun sink pink, and then, out under the clouded stars, heated soup and cooked homemade boerewors on our Tsavene fire.
Now the roars are under our windows and jolting me off my pillows in the early morning gloom. So close, yet I can not see them as I peer down from our high windows.
Coffee time….I heat water then prowl the house window to window, hoping for a glimpse of cats and feeding my two Jack Russell pups biscuits to keep them inside….
Last sequence of roars comes from our waterhole, and I quietly creak open the heavy wooden front door to tiptoe out and squat on the front steps…still no visual sign of the owners of those powerful voices…

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But enough to know that they are out there, probably watching me as I watch for them! Dzidzi, one of the pups, causes a commotion behind me in Clive’s office, catching her own prey for the day, a fat mouse! She proudly carries it, but prefers to eat the biscuit I give her.
Now as I write this, dawn has broken and I hear a final roar, distant again…as the sun breaks the cats have retreated from our waterhole to a more secluded place for the day. Clive is dressed and driving to town for a day of meetings with local Chiefs and communities, and anticipating the planned visit of various Ministeries, including the Ministry of Environment and Tourism, hopefully all leading towards resolution of the future of the Save Valley Conservancy.

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