I painted this self portrait in 2024 and it has only hung up prominently in my house in 2025. I call it an ode to Sara
A portrait of this woman on fire
winter in hout bay
of loneliness
lumos
lumen amen lumen amen light amen light, light, light this fierce prayer. light give me light. it is hunger the deepest belly-ache, screeching begging for the satisfaction of oblique darkness, but it is the light that it howls for. lumen light lumen amen.
the scream
lumen
no one would hear me scream
on dying a south african woman
teetering
of reluctant lingering in the place of hollow bodies
mama don’t call me dirty
of ptsd
still.dark.hollow
"home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease"- naguib mahfouz
indefatigable
of memory and existentialism
reaching 100
it was almost poetic that the 100th post on my site was about writer's block. more so because in this month, two years ago, i started this blog. a blog i started because i was struggling to write academically. in february i registered for my phd. and like clock work i couldn't write again. at... Continue Reading →
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