Flowers are how plants smile.
there’s a spring thing in the air around joburg. the trees are growing leaves again and the sun is rising earlier. there’s also a satanic flu in the atmosphere which is apparently winters final kiss goodbye, I’m a sucker for sicknesses, somebody cure me asseblief…
devils in the folds of the fabric.
dancing in the disco lights
oriental silks and nylon tights
another day another drawing.
looking forward to coming to cape town soon… lets hold thumbs together?
sometimes time is a bad measure of distance.
its like that ghost you meet when you’re walking home all alone on cold dark nights in kwazulu natal. the one that walks you home and talks to you and makes you feel safe except that when you eventually part ways its 3 days later and you’re in the free state and most likely schizophrenic. but you feel you’ve only walked the few hours to your house.
the secret is to count your steps.
nothing to do but fly away
cant remember how to fly
fok!
boredom is my inspiration. I miss my friends. can’t wait for spring. my drawings are changing to suit their new environment. lots of thin lines.
so yesterday was mandelas birthday…
