Grey, rainy days accentuate my melancholic tendencies, and I experience everything more deeply. Random thoughts bounce around while I’m trying…
Many years have passed since I last visited here. Much has changed, but one thing has remained constant and unwavering:…
Because I never start a new work knowing what it is I want to do or say, I was curious…
I have neglected this blog for far too long. It used to serve as my thinking space, where I…
A wonderfully written essay on Keith Dietrich’s Fragile Histories, Fugitive Lives, exhibition. I can’t wait to see it again.
She dreams of waves rolling down the railway tracks, filling the subway tunnels underneath before surging out onto the road….
present tense Today and tomorrow are the last two days to see my work @ The Turbine Art Fair (Turbine…
The sun beats down; beats her behind her neck, the small of her back, the back of her knees. Finally…
present tense I associate blooming aloes with Nelson Mandela, who was born in the winter month of July in Mvezo, a…
present tense a quick post to share new stitching/textile work in progress – happy creating!