Completely and unequivocally inspired by Ilse Moore's embryonic and breathtaking underwater photographic art pieces I created these for my own joy and delight. Not quite as amazing and dramatic as Ilse Moore, all things genre specific, yet I had the most amazing and fun experience creating these pieces that I can honestly say make me feel as though this is what it would be like to be in the belly of Mother Earth. I am very proud of them and they hold a special place in my heart...water is symbolic of emotion and photography is all emotion for me...it's about the way it makes me feel and to have been able to make these images was hugely symbolic for the turbulence and calm that are part of my current existence. Enjoy :)
Africa is in the hearts of all her children who heed her dusty cry for a life of remembering. She is in the feet of her offspring who dance to her pulsating wild rhythm of the untamed spirits of existence. Africa is in the minds of her sons and daughters who speak with fire in their souls, of stories, places and people who have left their footprint in the pathways of earthy dirt. Africa breathes through her fauna and flora, a breath so sweet and intoxicating it leaves you thirsting for more. Africa walks boldly and bravely through the hearts of those who have come to see her, to admire her, to feel her warmth like a soft hand that gently brushes across your cheek. Africa sings through her open plains and valleys, a song of majesty that only her children can interpret. Her song encourages love and peace between brother and sister.
Africa is not a place, it's a feeling. Africa is Home. This is my Africa. This is my Home.
Where I belong.
- Happy Africa Day -
This is my girl. This is Zuni. She was given to me as a Christmas present and from the horrified expression on my face I think my friend realised quickly that I was not a cat person. She was found abandoned in the parking lot of Cresta Shopping Centre and when she came to me she was about four weeks old and fit in the palm of my hand. We have this love / hate relationship that only her and I understand. We have much in common; both left at very young to fend for ourselves. She is the cheekiest little bitch I have ever known in an animal with an A+ for Attitude. But let me tell you this...at 17 in human years (no idea what that is in cat years) this cat has taught me more about myself than I will ever willingly care to admit. My husband rode over her three years ago and we were told that if she cannot walk within a week it's best to get ready to say our goodbyes...at 14 she showed us all what a will to live can do...I slept on the floor with her and when I gave up, when at the end of the sixth day, I thought she wasn't going to make it. She had other plans because on the seventh day she got up and walked. That day will always be a firm and vivid memory for me because it showed me that there is a right time for everything and no matter how impatient we get to reach the finish line, things happen when they are meant to, not because they are forced to. Us humans are pathetic cry babies most of the time; we make significant the insignificant and we make silly things our master. We could learn amazing things from the voiceless gifts around us...the ones who reverberate like booming thunder without superfluous words. The ones who are far more powerful than we could ever imagine or give them credit for. But we don't. And we think we are superior?
She wasn't bitter. She was sad though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad.
How I see it...
I see, speak and write in metaphors because I feel there is much we can learn from nature, people and our surroundings as depicted in my photographs and why I enjoy sharing my thoughts. Not in any attempt to convince or convert you to my way of thinking, seeing or feeling but to share how I see and experience MY mind map of the world. You at no time have to agree, all I ask is that my views and the views of others who wish to express theirs are kindly respected. So relax, get comfy and just enjoy. Happy reading!