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when i picked fruit in australia i worked for a while with an aboriginal man called eddie. this one time someone on the crew started to talk about the battle of isandlwana. a battle between the zulus and the british. i wasn't listening to much as they were a few drills down from me so tough to hear against the tractor engine. i did shout out that it was the last battle where spear won against the gun. a little while later eddie came up to me and quietly said i was wrong. there had been an incident in the northern territories in the 40's where his people had attacked a police station without guns and had won. i told him I did not know that.

a few weeks after that we ended up working together and this time he started to explained to me that the dreamtime is

' when you are asleep you are awake and when you are awake you are asleep'

i think about that when i look at paintings and i wonder if you can hold two parallel states of consciousness, what does that do to your art. does that make you break and bend form ? does that give you a freedom in expressing? and if so , why has western art desired form?

A family heirloom.

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night exposure

Namibia

Her mother tilted her head to stare over the top

of her glasses.

She picked up her screaming grandchild.

“MA!”

Melinda paused to rub her eyes, “I just need,”

she sighed, letting her arms fall           “help”

“I did. Didn’t I?!

I could have told you that, dear”

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first paintings

Morocco

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A family heirloom.

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Her mother tilted her head to stare over the top

of her glasses.

She picked up her screaming grandchild.

“MA!”

Melinda paused to rub her eyes, “I just need,”

she sighed, letting her arms fall           “help”

“I did. Didn’t I?!

I could have told you that, dear”

memorial2 -berlin

feetabout

  50Word
Story

first paintings

Morocco

night exposure

Namibia

W C

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London
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  paintings

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Global warming and the final frontier

She breathed open mouthed with a low rasping sound.

into the slot

She coughed hoping to dislodge the dust.

The gas bill could wait.

50Word
Story

 One hour was all she could afford.

   and waited for the clean air.

night exposure
namibia

Climbing into the airbag she deposited 4 coins

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When the plane flew overhead,the

weekly international flight out, i

would run outside and climb

the wall to stand.    

Summer  twilight was best, the sky a

escape

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colour of washed out blue.

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     fishHoek
  CapeTown

feetabout

50Word
Story

i would stare at the

flashing lights until they

disappeared.     Then i would  

stare at the stars.

  ghost portrits
namibia

  fragments,prt1

CapeTown2017

 

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Night

After dinner, Lucinda read the paper.

Her sister rang and they spoke of their mother who was slipping into senility.

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haringey barber
London

feetabout

50Word
Story

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CapeTown 2017

They both wondered if it would happen to them.

Later, while removing her make up she caught herself staring into the mirror.

She smiled and then applied her moisturiser.

ghost portrait
Namibia

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Deep water

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London
,feetabout

50Word
Story

His free leg pushed out and his arms wind milled as he stared down an                                                                           imagined shark before righting himself.

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“But ma,”      he leapt across to the next post,

I’m crossing shark infested waters!
       he leapt again but landed off centre.

“Get down from there.

You’ll hurt yourself.

ghostPortrits
London

 

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Parklife

Both boys followed their mother

with their own coloured ball that matched their identically designed shirts.

The elder boy      ran over to his brother’s ball and kicked it with glee.

Tears called back mum's attention;

50Word
Story

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  therom room move around

London

to one crying and one waiting rebuke.

The balls rolled away with the wind.

   paintings

Turkey 2017

  night exposures

namibia

Tears called back mum's attention;

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   street art
  London
feetabout

  paintings

sark 2018

He stood in front of me, holding the now
                           opened can of fruit between us.

“I give thanks to God who brought me, a refugee, here today.”

Life's rich tapestry

He lifted up the can then smiled at me.

50Word
Story

Turning, he walked and left me silent in the road.

  night exposure  series
namibia

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   street art
  London
feetabout

  paintings

sark 2018

He stood in front of me, holding the now
                           opened can of fruit between us.

“I give thanks to God who brought me, a refugee, here today.”

Life's rich tapestry

He lifted up the can then smiled at me.

50Word
Story

Turning, he walked and left me silent in the road.

  night exposure  series
namibia

W C

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kalkbay4, cape town
feetabout

paintings

CapeTown2017

50Word
Story

night exposure series
namibia

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  middayMidnight
 london
feetabout

50Word
Story

  ghost portriat series
namibia

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