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
-the elusive healing power of vitamin d
I was waiting for the sun they said it would heal they wrote it on prescription pads over and over again so i dreamt of the sun, i, a cynic prayed for the light i wrote many poems hoping to coax her out of her hiding when like a queen striding out to meet her... Continue Reading →
the obscure hall and its hollow walls
I am wandering around the obscure walls of the sunken place searching its oblique halls and I can't see past the darkness and the emptiness. there is only hollowness. I am alone, frightened, unable to fathom my surroundings. It is as if the hollowness of this place came to hollow me out. It reverberates through... Continue Reading →
-breaking apart
sometimes, it feels as though I'm melting spreading into lather-like substance losing firmness consistency breaking apart, slowly- irrevocably a withered fern losing its light other times, melting is like healing its the scabbing of old scars its taking me into surprising new forms its as though the fire of pain came to glue me to... Continue Reading →
The Binge
TW: Eating Disorder
for her. for us.
An ode to Winnie Madikizela Mandela
decay
of depression
it is from ourselves we run
a travelers lament
– vapour
of grief
They Call Me Baartman
Self love is unlearning the centuries old myths of black undesirability, Unlearning self-hatred Self-love is Sara-Baartma
mamello.art 