After cape towns last massive winter storm i went on my customary beach combing walk along Muizenberg beach to Cemetery. The storm and the surging tide had pushed a huge amount of debris up onto the beach. Exciting stuff. My robinson crusoe, swiss family robinson adventure starts.- I could hardly contain myself - I say debris as it was definitely not the usual organic material I'm accustomed to sifting through - shells, driftwood, sea spoils. My sifting through process is peek cap just above the eyes to limit the overall spectrum of vision - so i can concentrate on a manageable area of view space. And i walk not to quickly but not to slowly. The area i walk on the beach is very isolated and has become a hotspot for mugging thugs. This has benefits as its not often traversed by fellow combers. The muggers have scared them off. However even the pick handle axe i carry is no match for these persistent zombie scavengers of all that is honorable and good. But fervent madness and crazy walk confidence confuses the zomby. They not sure if you a hunter or prey. I like to think my dad bod older dude look is abit duideluk.
The beach washed up debris on this day was different and bearing in mind i only actually ended up walking 1km and in that 1km i found - 22 slip slops - none matching - 30 light bulbs - munged up wetsuits - about 100 unused condoms still in their rappers - So I'm thinking theirs a crazy cult of people sacrificing wrapped condoms in the sea to prevent pregnancy, not far fetched where i live, common sense left the building along time ago. I kid you not -i found tekkies, tons of plastic rubbish , nothing to constitute the organic shell treasure I'm used to finding. So i decided to sculpt a virus madusa throne chair an ode to man and his crap in the dunes. It was a throne to all the human made crap that washed up during the storm. I had great fun dragging all the junk to my centralized location and sculpting the virus madusa throne chair. Took me a good 5 hours to sculpt this throne to man the king of the beach defiler. An ode to man the destroyer of worlds using affluence from his own forges. As humans we can collectively sit on this madusa chair and marvel at our incredibly amazing wasteful ingenuity. We cut off one polluting element and 10 greedily start to grow in its place. As a virus, which we very much are, we sure accomplish our destructive task exceedingly well - I took a photo of my VMTC but a drawing was easier to depict. The photo lost the drama. I brought in seaweed elements to exaggerate the wild organic nature effect. My drawing does not actually show the real amount of trash i used to sculpt this ode to mans idiocracy. I was subliminary still trying to make my creation look pretty into the early evening - not a good idea to be on that far part of the beach at that time - zombie mugger hour i am legend. But even muggiing thugs know crazy when they see it. I had the ferver of a mad monk. Aint nobody gonna mug a mad monk.
I harvest old slip slops found on the beach when i go surfing. The surf spot, muizenberg corner, is about 3km from my house along the beach. I dont like surfing in front of my complex, rip currents and sharks. I generally go down either in just my baggies or my wetsuit. i don't take anything because the pirate zombie mugging thug brigade steal everything. So the harvested mismatched slip slops keep my feet protected and have absolutely no value. I don't care if they get stolen, infact its a result if they do get stolen, as it adds to the recyclable nature of the beach combing process. Plus a mugging thug pirate wearing my harvested mismatched slip slops whilst commandeering a theft heist. Now that's pretty cool really. Stolen valor i tell you. Put that mugging theft character on the Madusa virus throne, thrown on infact - with a 50 made up condom crown - he can be king of the mugging pirates for the day. Oh that will be so crackalacking. Chuckling i walked home in the dark as my sculpture began to blow away in the wind. A single slip slop marks the spot now. Sadly i never put a zombie mugger in place on the throne. But my imaginative kings new clothes ceremony was quite enough.
