When did I become “poor thing” I wonder. These are the things I hope and believe I am…depending on my mood , it varies. Caring, loving wife and partner Compassionate friend A bit weird …I’m an artist after all. Reliable Dedicated worker. I follow through and complete tasks Good house keeper Good cook…not Careful with [...]
The other day I heard a large fly as it flew around my kitchen revealing its location. I grabbed a magazine to either kill it or shoo it out. But then I came to a new realization. The tick-tick here and tick-tick there defined the space for me. The sound re-sparked my knowledge of objects [...]
When I make contact with a tangible object of my past efforts my work becomes real and I manifest inside the borders of my skin.
On Blindness and two Marshmallow Fish I was born in South Africa and grew up in a dusty hamlet 30 miles west of Johannesburg. When I was a toddler my parents took numerous pictures of me with their Brownie box camera. My mother dressed me up, tied ribbons in my long blond hair and [...]