
January: Bhimbidvwane: Kamhlaba
During the 2023 Annual Visual Arts Exhibition at Waterford Kamhlaba, I spread a large cotton sheet on a table in the exhibition space. Beside it I placed a box of coloured teabags. And then I…

During the 2023 Annual Visual Arts Exhibition at Waterford Kamhlaba, I spread a large cotton sheet on a table in the exhibition space. Beside it I placed a box of coloured teabags. And then I…

I was attending an open studio session with my postgraduate colleagues at the Wits School of Arts in 2024. Someone — not addressing me directly, but in my presence — said: “Mirror, mirror on the…

The quilt is different from all the others. Where the colourwash quilts move and pulse with landscape impressions — teabags arranged into mountains, oceans, gardens, skies — March is still. Calm and circular. Concentric rings…

Sunnyside is a guest farm near Golden Gate in the Free State, tucked into the foothills of the Drakensberg where the mountains have mystical names: Angel’s Wing, Snow Hill, Face Rock (spot it in the…

May: Inkhwekhweti: Malolotja was the first of the twelve art quilts I made. In it, I recall the time when we were moving from Namibia to Zambia. While passing through Eswatini en route north, I…

In the middle of the year, after much emotion and turmoil, I take a deep breath on my rock overlooking Nyonyane and remind myself: be still. It’s a time to reground myself and keep going.…

These teabag art quilts do more than form a landscape. They become a part of the landscape. The art quilts pulsate with energy and light; the kinaesthetic quality intensifies when the wind softly blows on…

The three winter quilts — June, July, August — are made to be read together as a single winter landscape and a single sentence. Be Still. And Know. I Am. It is a verse from…

We might not have a harsh white, snowy winter in Eswatini, but nevertheless spring arrives in a vibrant eruption. Jacaranda, bougainvillea, poppies, daisies…flowers with the ambivalence of being both beautiful yet an invasive, non-endemic species.…

I have been watching my very indepedent daughter walk away her whole life. Up the path to nursery school in Gobabis, small legs going faster than I expected. Into classrooms, friendships, experiences. It’s pride laced…