Category: Journal

I think I’m finally living. Sitting on a bench in my garden, looking at the afternoon light flop into the kitchen like an old familiar friend. Every day at the same time, like clock work. Lighting up the place, a feeling of warmth and comfort settles throughout. A sight for sore eyes I tell you,…

What can I say? Do you know how many times a week I sit down to write only to admit to myself that I might not have anything worthwhile to say. I’m one person, with one experience and only one perspective. I think it’s a good thing to know about yourself – to question if…

I can go on and on about what I do for a living. How intricately entwined everything I do in the workshop is with the matters of the heart. I, personally am convinced that nothing is separate, that all things are somehow interlinked. Over the years it has been true in my life. Back then,…

I lost a lot of friends today. Maybe they weren’t friends in the first place but clowns, parading through my life with masks of good intent. It still hurts when the clown laughs the loudest though. I often wonder when the clown suit gets put away if you can look at yourself in the mirror…

I have felt absent from the world of late. Been on cruise control for a while. I used to want to make a difference.  Be a voice for those that couldn’t speak for themselves.  Save the environment.  Make propaganda art and a stand for what I believed in. Loved so fiercely that it could change a…

We can mourn the things that happened to us but have you ever mourned the things that didn’t? Some things were just not meant for everyone. Over the past few months I’ve been going through old hard drives to clear some space, mentally, energetically and in general in life. A lot of things can take…

My very first studio was named Sunshine and Dandelions. After following the summer between England and South Africa for three years in a row, I woke one morning with a knowing that it was time to return to South Africa full time and put my dreams into motion. Currently, I am standing at a similar…

The spirit of adventure has been knocking on my door again of late. For the longest time she has been absent and I have missed her. She’s been coaxing me out of bed every morning with a cheeky smirk on her face and twinkle in her eye. I think she’s asking me to get ready…

I had a long and rather intense story lined up for today. But sometimes the seriousness and intensity can wait, be put aside, put down, not focused on to make space for the here and now. The here and now is a cup of tea in hand while ambling through the still in-progress garden. My…

I’m sitting in the sun. Glorious. I don’t remember the last time I sat in the sun for no reason at all. I work hard at life ten out of ten times of the day. It’s a big enclosed lush property, sounds of the Garden Route filtering through the air, a definite gentler pace to…