In Judith’s other life (her daylight one, when she’s not moonlighting as half of judith+kevin) she’s editor of a local community paper for Cape Town, City Views. Every month is an opportunity to show a different side to the city – Cape Town as a trendsetting city, an African city, a diverse city.
This year’s June edition – in celebration of the return of Cape Town Book Fair – was Cape Town as a literary city, and she asked if I could do an illustration for the cover.
Succinctly speaking, she wanted a literary map of Cape Town, filled with quotations from significant writers who’ve lived and worked here over the years.
It would be a Cape Town built of people’s experiences, reactions, emotions, and dreams. A topography of typography.
Process
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I immediately set to drawing. Judith at once set to uncovering Cape quotations with the tenacity of a crazed treasure-hunter. If it were an Olympic sport, she would win the gold, the silver, but not the bronze. The bronze would probably go to the Russians. They’re good at Olympic-level quoting.
I did a rough sketch of the city from above using the thousands of photos online, Google maps and a map book that we keep in our car. It gave us a rough idea of what features we should focus on. I drew the word “literary” at the bottom to make sure the ink from my pen was flowing and to get myself ready to hand-draw fonts. I added the feathered quill because I’m a nerd.
2
Judith started sending me quotations (complete list below) and I started putting them down in the outline. After a couple of sketches (which I will spare you the view of) it came out looking alright.
3
I cleaned up the image and set to work on four colored variations to show the different directions we could take. These variations then went to Judith and her editorial team for review.
4
They liked the darker Cape Town with the light typography of the first one, and the setting of last one. I combined what they liked and added a little book in in the water in the stead of a boat to give it a little punch. I then sent it to the printer to confirm that they would be able to produce it cleanly.
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As it turned out, the printer couldn’t guarantee that it would come out the way I designed it. The darker design might be too much ink for the cold-press printer: When they’re doing a 50 000 quantity print run, the newsprint moves like lightning, so the text might smudge and become illegible. In the end we had to go for a design that balanced a lighter colored Cape with dark colored text – to make sure there were no smudges.
We love how the illustration came out. We hope you do too. Go check out the issue online.
With love,
j+k
Quotations:
“Hey, Morena’s walking on water to Cape Town! Ag shame! His feet must be freezing!”
– Woza Albert! By Percy Mtwa, Mbongeni Ngema and Barney Simon
“Daar kom die Alibama, die Alibama die kom oor die see”
– Traditional song
“I am building a stairway to the stars … that is why I write”
– Bessie Head
“Vul’indlela wela ma ngiyabuza”
– Brenda Fassie
“The stars say ‘tsau’”
– Antjie Krog
“We invert time
after love fall
asleep as the muezzin calls
the diligent to daybreak prayers”
– Rustum Kozain
“This child who just wanted to play in the sun at Nyanga is everywhere”
– Ingrid Jonker
“David’s story started at the Cape with Eva/Krotöa, the first Khoi woman in the Dutch castle”
– Zoe Wicomb
“A ship of ghosts patrolling just offshore along the Cape coast”
– Breyten Breytenbach
“I sing my land, in my tongue and throat I give it sound, I name it”
– Andre Brink
“Behind the house we feel the mountain’s friction against our backs”
– Ingrid de Kok
“She spreads out the grey kaross with both her arms; The breath of the wind is lost”
– Eugene Marais
“It is clean and dirty, modern and old-fashioned, plastic and enamel, with just a touch of crinoline and sedan chair”
– Richard Rive
“It struck me that our history is contained in the home we live in, that we are shaped by the ability of these simple structures to resist being defiled”
– Achmat Dangor
“During the many years of incarceration on Robben Island, we often looked across Table Mountain at its magnificent silhouette … To us on Robben Island, Table Mountain was a beacon of hope. It represented the mainland to which we knew we would one day return”
– Nelson Mandela
“This is your healing destination … the Mother City”
– Goema Captains
“We came out dancing at dawn
Chained for so long
We found that the chains was gone
But we never collected words for our freedom song
Now our misery continues on”
– Jethro Louw
“Assie sôntsie sak oo’ tafelbêg
Val my mind narrie stilte weg
Die tafeldoek is ytgelê
Wat mee’ wil ‘n mammie hê
My nostalgia is gesout
Virre trippie oppe boat
My nostalgia is gesout
Gie trig my Cape of Good Hope”
– Loit Sols
“This cape is the most stately thing and the fairest cape we saw in the whole circumference of the earth”
– Sir Francis Drake
“This is a pretty and singular town; it lies at the foot of an enormous wall, which reaches into the clouds, and makes a most imposing barrier. Cape Town is a great inn, on the great highway to the east”
– Charles Darwin
“Late one morning in June, in the thirty-first year of his life, a message was brought to Michael K as he raked leaves in De Waal Park”
– JM Coetzee
“early one new year’s morning when the emerald bay waved its clear waters against the noisy dockyard, a restless south easter skipped over slumbering Lion’s Head, danced up Hanover Street, tenored a bawdy banjo strung an ancient cello bridged a host of guitars tambourined through a dingy alley into a scented cobwebbed room and crackled the sixth sensed district into a blazing swamp fire of satin sound”
– Abdullah Ibrahim
“It was our city, the Victorian lodges with their fussy wrought-iron verandahs, the parapets with their balustrades along the rooflines of the buildings. Even the muezzin and his call to prayer from the Indian mosque around the corner, in Loop Street, called for us, in the depths of our profane world”
– Stephen Watson
“So little of the original Cape Town remains. Just the heavy star of the castle pinning down its surroundings like a brooch – or rather, a policeman’s five-point badge. How silly to imagine that anything built now will stand for years to come.”
– Henrietta Rose-Innes
“I walk down Heerengracht,
where pigeons dip their necks
like question marks into the fountain.
Then left at Long, while the sun slips
Toward the sea and the moon takes its place
above Signal Hill.
Above me, starlings clatter
like typewriters …
I step on the old silences of the city.”
– Gabeba Baderoon
“The building where I was archived has become part of a national archive”
– Albie Sachs