Dry and Meaningless.

I'm currently giving comics workshops to the kids at the Keleketla library in JHB. One of the kids copied a panel from a comic of mine that was lying around. The result is pretty surreal.

EDIT:

Here is the original comic:

Insects.

A scientist friend of mine tells me that very soon in the evolutionary trajectory of insects they will notice, as we have long ago, that in the sky there is a giant ball of fire. They will one by one give up their daily routines of digging and eating dirt and they will begin moving towards it. The ones with wings will carry those without. Some of these combinations will move very quickly, traversing large portions of the distance between them and the sun.

by Sebastian

Here are some drawings that I did in August/September.

Clicking on the images takes you to the higher resolution versions.

Evolution - Birds.

We have a handful of strategies that we use to understand the evolution of humans. It is a difficult art in which we can easily make mistakes. Because of this we tread cautiously: only a tiny fraction more of the steps that are taken aren’t steps backwards. So far we’ve found that the structure of our mind is outward-layered with newer developments built on top of older ones.

In the same way that the newer physical components of our brain rely on the infrastructure of the older ones, so it could be true of our personal experience. It could be that our everyday interactions with each other have as their far far removed base ancient survival mechanisms wholly irrelevant to our modern lives (the terror of birds, our once-predators, comes to mind). Perhaps our decisions in dealing with those we love are secretly influenced by an ancient fear of being swooped up while exposed. Perhaps the strange ability to dwell on a moment and expand from it an overwhelming sense of inspiration, perhaps this is caused by some still extant older infrastructure trying to connect to a now extinct cousin and attempting to use the newer machinery to perform the same function.

When I was a bird I was once, while attempting to court a particularly beautiful female, overwhelmed by the memory of a bizarre and terrifying sound. I had heard it in the human camp: a powerfully loud sound with very little melodic complexity. I flew away terrified, in a state of shock.

On my return I relived the excitement of the original terror by mimicking the sound. I and the particularly beautiful female and a few of the other males who were also attempting to court her flew around up and down and around each other. I cried out the sound and the others tried to mimic me, but could not generate the excitement that my cries did.  

by sebastian

Two compilations.

A while ago I made a compilation of South African music. Some links: http://electricjive.blogspot.com/; http://freedomblues.blogspot.com/; http://soulsafari.wordpress.com/; http://matsuli.blogspot.com/

The last song is a sample that I took from a documentary called 'The Hunters' by John Marshall. 'The Hunters' is an amazing documentary. Marshall was only 21 when he filmed it.

You can download the compilation here.

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I also made this one a while ago, for a friend's birthday. It is a compilation made from the tape compilations that Mississippi Records has been putting out.

Download it here.