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
the scream
lumen
we could be in revolt
On the "you can't blame the government" sentiment...
on anarchy in the disaster state: reflections on Bakunin’s fanatic love of liberty
a stream of consciousness on the state amidst the coronavirus pandemic
mama don’t call me dirty
of ptsd
shivering
in a short space of time i have become consumed with the fires that consumed the twentieth century. the fires that ate away at humanity and all morality. the systems that tore lovers apart. mothers clutching their children became fodder for orgies of violence. men hell-bent on blood. seeping and spreading all of it into... Continue Reading →
still.dark.hollow
"home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease"- naguib mahfouz
we never lived
of social death and reactionary awakenings
the strangers
choosing light
mamello.art 