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
Live, Love, Laugh: The decline of cringe and authenticity on social media
Not everything has to be spectacular— for it to have been life, love and laughter. It can just be.
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
we could be in revolt
On the "you can't blame the government" sentiment...
teetering
of reluctant lingering in the place of hollow bodies
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
mamello.art 