In light of the fires that overtook a big portion of land in Cape Town recently, I found this new range I have been working on for an upcoming exhibition to be a sooted expression of the ashen scene.
All of us have a story to tell of a shadowed valley we have walk through or find ourselves in currently. It seems as unavoidable as the moon rising. Darkness falls, if not in our lives, then in our hearts. I have been challenged with my view of this, how I choose to look at the terrain, as if patiently grown by Him towards seeing the beauty after dark.
When you lose or almost lose someone you love, it seems a bitter sweet simplicity slowly sets in. And we find ourselves faced with the precious fragility of life. How exquisite do the delicate details not become when their brevity beckons our gaze? In our rush for the life we dream of, we are stopped if only for that while, to see the lives we hold. Amidst the imperfections and the personal struggles of our own and those we keep close, loss as a thorned reminder helps us to see the beauty and to love the not.