I want to share thoughts about connecting - making art whilst walking along a train line. I thought I was walking a ghost line alone, but I found that others carry their own maps of this place. My photographer friend didn't just capture light and vistas; he captured the skin...
There is a specific kind of artistic 'high' that comes when I stop trying to make the work "correct" and start making it honest, messy and often melancholic. I have learned that to wait for inspiration and perfection is not the best choice; I just have to do the work,...
The above monochrome images belong to Maarten Venter (a photographer and friend), and me, who added the colour images, taken with my cellular phone. Saturday 11 April 2026: The walk was scheduled to start at 07:30, but (again) rain fell overnight, and we suggested rescheduling, but Maarten, a local photographer...
On Friday, 3 April 2026, I planned a commemoration walk to celebrate the opening of this line on 3 April 1949. The plan was to start the walk from the now-abandoned Riebeek West station, walk 2-3km out on or alongside the rail, and then turn back to the station. This...
(Working with "ghostly traces"—infrastructure that has been physically removed but remains visible to those who look closely. Walking artists like Ellen Mueller in Walking as Artistic Practice, and Stuart McAdam’s Lines Lost describe this walking as 'a tool to reawaken these forgotten histories in the public mind' and where the...
13 March 2026 My first visit to the site after our holiday was early January and I found that it fell onto the forest floor. My dad passed on that day, and I have not visited the site since. I did not have the motivation or inspiration, and asked myself...
I want to exhibit the coastal rubbings, which I made in December 2025 at a members' exhibition during March 2026. The drawings were made over a period of 10 days, whilst camping with family and friends on the West Coast of South Africa. I initially planned to take tide-line rubbings...
Since my formal studies are complete, I have noticed how my attention has shifted from explanation to listening. I’m less interested in resolving my work by figuring out how I will share it in a gallery/exhibition/framing, and more concerned with how that process will participate in the work’s breathing. When...
In early January 2026, I started a drawing about a river and life, as life was hurting at that point. My 95-year-old father passed after a medical procedure and a subsequent severe stroke, and it was also near the anniversary of the day my youngest son died three years ago....
Introduction I am increasingly convinced that awe is an emotion that wants to be shared; this is what drives me to make art. I recently began experimenting with drawing machines that engage directly with the landscape. These simple constructions — feathers, charcoal, and twine suspended from trees — record the...