[spacer height=”20px”] Stay at home and stay safe, Save lives by social distancing. Knock!! Knock!! Knock!! Who is it? OH NO!! Mama. Are you self-Isolating?? Have you forgotten your Hand-to-Mouth existence??? The man said no work no pay! Kids, No school tomorrow. But Mama the School feeding scheme assisted us! We will make a plan bantabami. Wash your hands regularly, even though you do not have access to clean water. Never mind going for days on power outage, Covid-19 is […]
Room Divider is a photographic essay that looks at the relationships between immediate family members. The work I make is a reflective journey, the commentary suggested by the work is a subjective perspective, of my lived experiences as a black woman, as a mother, and as a daughter. The themes my work orbits around are secrecy, memory, family and anxiety. I explore possibilities of marrying a visual narrative and soundscaping, the work looks to expand my use of varied […]
I have been learning about studio photography and its controlled lighting. The controlled environment has brought me peace, what I found with the studio is that it’s a place where I can just relax and create. Outside the studio, there is a lot going on like people, cars and all that life entails. I can be still in the studio and simply create. I’ve learnt to appreciate the quietness and the endless possibilities of the studio. Controlled lighting is […]
Underlying my work is the desire to learn more about empathy, sympathy, and compassion, and to convey these human traits in a way that impacts lives. My choice of subject is rooted in intuition and is propelled by a reflective desire to understand myself as a young black woman. As I document stories of black women in their environments, I’m intrigued by our similarities, differences, what lies beneath our smiles, what dreams are kept hidden. Mine is not to simply […]
This work focuses on the aspect of how some people’s trash can turn into gold, looking at how far these guys come from just to open and close our bins. I have chosen this concept because I was always exposed to township cleaners but didn’t pay much attention to it. Growing up we used to see a van exchanging snacks for empty bottles and we used to call it Banana Kar. These men were doing recycling similar to the […]