Creative new beginnings

Waenhuis Karoo Cottage

What is art really and who's to say? My creative trip blogging energy is only building up and I will not be offended if you unfollow me for a few days.

We are cultural heathens and our idea of high art is a starry night viewed through our roofless tent. But to impress our artsy friends we decide we really must go to Nieu Bethesda (even if only to avoid the chest-clutching gasp of "You've never been?!") You know who you little snobs are. But, since this is a trip of New Beginnings (and the coast has been hit by another cold front) we determine to travel the small 5 hour detour North. Sharon struggles to find New Bethesda on the GPS and her dyslexic companion is not much help.

I do some internet research on the famous Owl House. Now I know all good artists perseverate, but from the photos it looks (not unlike our car engine) like something went twang somewhere on a particularly bumpy patch. I shall stay open-minded.

I find out that there is a fine dining restaurant run by two Afrikaans boys, egte Karoo kos. Sharon perks up: "What do you think we'll have - boerewors foam? Melktert panacotta? Koeksister tuiles? Vetkoek profiteroles?" I sigh, knowing she's also only just getting started and did I mention it's a 5 hour detour North?

Once she ran out of creative descriptives, we listened to a talk about the gentle force of true nature pushing itself up from within, like a shoot from a seed pushing up through the earth, each one a unique enactment of authenticity.

The Owl House surprised us with this type of artistic expression, the imperative of it, the yearning to break free from a prison of circumstance.

Some of Helen Martins' female figures point with one finger to her other hand, seemingly saying "Look, it's right here in the palm of your hand. In this messy life of disappointed expectations." Other figures point to one another in solidarity, hope in despair. She used the ordinary objects of her life - a tin of Sunshine polish, broken, coloured glass and grey earth - to manifest her beauty.

What a courageous and unique woman and what a heritage she has left. It's a pity only history appreciates strong women.

We confess that it was a much more moving and inspiring visit than expected (why did you not insist earlier that we go!?)

The tiny town of Nieu Bethesda in general is a delight. The Afrikaans boys' restaurant, Die Waenhuis, was closed on a Sunday night, sigh, but we stayed at their karoo cottage, another artwork of unique and thoughtful design and decor. It is the perfect pairing for the Nieu Bethesda experience, full of authentic antiques, humour and creative flair. 

The kitchen is well equipped and the cottage is separated from the restaurant by a pretty courtyard surrounded by herbs and salads. 

It is a surprisingly stylish and plush place to stay, with white linen, soft beds, a luxurious bath and plentiful outdoor spaces from which to watch the world go by or rest in the green garden space. 

 

Hearing some of Jacque's story about their dream and struggle to create this space and express their vision matched well with this place of surprises, artistic imperative, making space for true nature to express itself and in doing so, allowing other more timid little souls to soar in awe.