The Rawness of Being.....

https://www.theeastafrican.co.ke/magazine/The-rawness-of-being-when-love-turns-sour/434746-5520258-5jccyb/index.html

In The Midst of The Weeds Beauty and Truth Lies

On my walk, I stop to remove blackjacks which have stubbornly stuck on my clothes in irritation....then stop. Stare surprised at the beauty of their flowers.

I ruminate at the trampled mushrooms....
from hurried steps..
Death arrived, a season interrupted.
I gaze at the cracked earth, awaiting rains seeds buried beneath, soon to break forth

I ponder at our interrupted lives
forced to adopt a different pace that requires more patience than movement
to arrive at our rebirth.
I continue on, carefully avoiding to trample on more mushrooms..
hoping to have gained a little insight.
in the midst of the weeds beauty and truth lies..
life goes on..

In the work I interrogate our reality and the space we occupy by offering an insight into the intersection of our consciousness an eternal quest to understand our realities.

Let slip the Reins V 

Let slip the reins VI 

Studio Rituals

Work in progress 

Would That It Were So Simple...

Saying happy belated new year is an understatement! The year is young and already we’re battling a pandemic. One which calls for isolation and quarantine. Luckily most of these isolated days are spent in the studio.
...all that is required of us to keep the virus from spreading is to self isolate and stay away from each other....would that it were so simple.

Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. 

— Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28.