The vuvuzela blown at soccer matches (and unfortunately, increasingly everywhere else) is a plastic trumpet about a metre in length and produces a deafening bray. When blown enthusiastically by thousands the sound resembles a swarm of really loud, angry bees, becoming overwhelming when the home team scores. Decibel levels are apparently enough to affect the hearing after ten minutes and earplugs are advised.
Sunday afternoon was mellow and warm and as unlike a winter's day as possible and a ride down into town was rewarded by all kinds of interesting sights. One of the new bridges built for the World Cup lead us over the eight lane Buitengracht highway, then via a short walk to Prestwich Square.
Several works had already been installed (more about these tomorrow) but two artists were busy putting the finishing touches to one of their pieces. The dazzling lime green table and chairs, made from multitudinous plastic-coated wires are also their creation.
Beaded spheres on delicate silver branches tangle gracefully from a basket-weave trunk.
Intricate detail of chair and table "roots"
Dreaming for now ...
I knew that the inactivity wouldn't last for long.
The temptation to lend a helping hand was irresistible.
Shortly after this, my husband was helping to lift the tree into the air and fix the base into position.
To understand this piece of art you have to know that Cape Town's prevailing summer wind is the south-easter and many of the smaller trees subjected to the full blast of the gale develop a characteristic sloping shape, as depicted by this piece.
Up she goes, and it's Tree in a South-Easterly Wind. Apologies to the artists for not including their names. I didn't have a pen with me and my memory is not the best, but I hope they get lots of visitors. They deserve it after all the work that went into these creations.