When the arty bug bites, no artifact is sacred!
You know that itchiness, that urge one gets to just let rip with paints, paper and glue; that irresistable pull to any artifact that sends out yearning signals " Paint me, please! Transform me, shape me, mould me...? Well, that urge has hit me with feverish intensity. While cleaning the children's 'Chill room', I see my first canvas: our very first fridge we bought 28 years ago for R250 I think. We had bought the fridge from a Constantia couple via the Argus classifieds. I was addicted to the Argus classifieds and always saw a bargain in the 'Furniture' section. Once I had identified the prized item, Basil and I would dash off to strike the deal with the seller. Another addiction of mine was visiting auctions. We would travel to Wynberg, Paarden Eiland - any place where a 'bargain' was waiting for us. But let me not digress.... There was the fridge, waiting with white epoxy coat, dull and dreary in the corner and here I was, ready with a bit of blu...