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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.
50Word
Story
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”
memorial2 -berlin
feetabout
first paintings
Morocco
W C
A family heirloom.
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
harlesdenFreshfish
London
feetabout
paintings
CapeTown2017
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.
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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
colour of washed out blue.
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
fragments,prt2
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
Deep water
weddingElvis,
London,feetabout
50Word
Story
His free leg pushed out and his arms wind milled as he stared down an imagined shark before righting himself.
fragments3
southAfrica,2017
“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;
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Story
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.
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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
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
night exposure
namibia 2014