For this photoshoot I thought about the textures that have come to define a specific season of my life: the dry winter landscapes of Pretoria; the threads and fabrics that so intimately form part of my work. My friend Mabu and I decided to collaborate on a shoot to capture this. Not with a set idea in mind, but with a feeling I couldn’t quite put into words, Mabu understood (of course he did, it’s who he ís!) what I wanted to do, and we built from there.
For these shots, we used a piece of fabric my grandmother gave me. It’s more than 70 years old. There’s something delicate & powerful about working with a material that holds so much history, and then finding ways to make it my own. Our own. My work is an ongoing collaboration - with people, with materials, with memory. I keep meeting myself and others in the rawest ways. These photos are a tribute to those tender, in-between moments that often linger long after they have gone.
For these shots, we used a piece of fabric my grandmother gave me. It’s more than 70 years old. There’s something delicate & powerful about working with a material that holds so much history, and then finding ways to make it my own. Our own. My work is an ongoing collaboration - with people, with materials, with memory. I keep meeting myself and others in the rawest ways. These photos are a tribute to those tender, in-between moments that often linger long after they have gone.
