Basket to hold the missing; of a baby I have not met
‘use every part of you to carry yourself’ -Excerpt from My Grandmother’s Two Brown Hands by Bebe Backhouse These baskets were made to hold that which the body no … Read More
Like a thief in the night
I wanted this piece to talk about the complexity of reactions, relationships and mechanisms taking place continuously all around us without us even realising. These reactions, partnerships, chains of events … Read More
wiyanga (Mother)
Myrtle rust is a pervasive yet strangling beautiful blight on the plants it affects. It is dangerous and disgusting. Watching over all of this, giving us hope and also affecting … Read More
