Hailey Gaunt

Until you’ve seen young minds create and execute ideas with limited experience and meagre budgets, your appreciation of art will never be adequate.

David Kibuuka, Johannesburg-based comedian, is a nice-guy funny man. "I don’t rip people off in real life – why would I do it in a show?"

There may be no WordFest this year, but the love of language is alive and thriving at this year’s National Arts Festival, writes Hailey Gaunt.

For the third year running volunteer students are collaborating with artists and performers with the aim of opening the festival up to everyone.

They may make it look easy, but trying to earn a living from the theatre is as emotionally draining for performers as it is physically taxing.

The Free Thinkers lecture at the National Arts Festival’s Think!Fest was not the only place where dialogue and freedom of expression was explored.

Iain Ewok Robinson’s one man show, <i>Seriously?</i>, breaks the mould and gives an honest glimpse behind the pretense of hip-hop.

<i>Death of a Colonialist</i> is an honest exposition on the importance of knowing history while not being defined by it.

Guy Buttery brought his unique approach to guitar folk to Grahamstown.

Alan Bennet’s The History Boys lays bare the dominant social insecurities around institutions of higher learning.

Halfway through a manic festival, <b>Hailey Gaunt</b> takes a breather to catch some female-fronted folk.

A solo performance in Grahamstown left some wondering if Tree63 frontman John Ellis could ever distance himself from his Christian rock past.

Last night, while watching the Festival debut of Bokani Dyer, I couldn’t help but think jazz is a perfect metaphor for life.

Rough and fast is my appraisal of <i>The Last Pro in Yeoville</i>, but perhaps that?s what one should expect from a play about a washed-up prostitute.

<i>The Table</i> captures all the melodrama and begrudging sentiment of family life as it unfolds around a meal.