mermaid babies. gypsy mothers.

night blur. perhaps its the dreams.

But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed. Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast. It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye. You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down. You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living. And though of magnificence and splendour, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing. For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.
Khalil Gibran

i'm HOME. the granny who lived above
asked me for sweeties in exchange
for my visual theft of her home.
i gave her oreos.

it's like being glamorously kitsch in cape town

this is mira. she's a magical 7yr old.

sometimes i fall in love with strangers
who remind me of my grandmother.
her name remains in my lullabies.

i'll go alone, i don't care.

summer's here down south.
drag out your persians, lay them on green fields
and stare at blue skies for days on end

hairdryer (s)

she just ate her groom.

i love halloween.

i've been homesick this week,
emotional and blame the antibiotics

the diptychs featured in MIMImagazine

i've been published. i'm beyond stoked.
"yay" is an understatement, hence the LARGE FONT.thankyou MIMI MAGAZINE for believing in me and my art. check it out:
http://mimimagazine.com/2009/october/05-06-colonial01.html

dope!

thankyou Hellen van Meene

today you made it okay for me to ignore flash photography for a while. I'm going to make natural light work for my current photo project.

http://www.amadelio.com/vlog/2007/09/21/vlog-videoblog-hellen-van-meene-global-photographer/

ornate traditions of her

his name was francesca

finally got around to putting up the photos from
'Deciduous Kama Sutra'. It was a glimpse into the world of
a 'circus tranny'. She was beautiful and bizarre and
this was his lady story.

this is academic fairy, he recently ran away from
university and now prefers his enchanted
balloons and brollie. he's a nice guy.

untitled

it's easier to deal as a cliché

two of my favourite shots from a recent

fashionesque shoot i did for the local vintage store.
so la vie en rose!

it's coz i'm white isn't it?

he's lost his braids

for the 3rd quarter of the year, some of the
creative spirits i'll be channeling will be those of
jamel shabazz and cecil beaton.
who knows what this union of opposites will breed!
tune in for results this november

so is this what it felt like?

maybe...

...a simultaneous existence scattered between

alone and surrounded.

green plastic roses dipped in soy sauce,
asian eateries scattered along neon lit lanes,
scented sidewalks speckled with rain drops,
shadowed tales on technicolour street corners,
and in them...i thought
i saw something that resembled myself

fleeting

i know her name

track 1.

and when i told him to leave me alone
he took me to a secret valley where
we grew a menagerie of records.

with a girl like you

identifying myself under siege:

record playing [artist] prayer pilgrim

light a candle, light a motor.
it's the end of my tented romance.

the poster for the show willem, jarrett and myself are having
this July at the National Arts Festival in Grahamstown.
Its on from the 2nd of July to the 11th.
Go check it out if you're there.
I'll be posting the photos of the series:
"A Circus Tale of Mr Lady", in the months to come.
Its a look into the life of a charmingly bizarre circus tranny.

BIRTHDAY TALES OF A DRAG KING & QUEEN

a short film by my mate kut and myself. the sound quality reeks, but we're working on mastering it...soon.
synopsis is in the title!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWi4m_gvjFQ

portraits of a loved one foretold _ part ii

portraits of a loved one foretold_part i