Notes from a visionary South African artist:
May I share my Africa with you? May I call it mine, this African soil I have walked for nearly half a century now? My ancestors came from Germany on my father’s side and Yorkshire in England on my mother’s side. They settled here as missionaries and farmers. For over two centuries my ancestral blood has risen from and mingled again with this earth. Still, may I call this land my own?
I have traveled abroad, yet the longest I have ever spent away in one stretch was a three month sojourn in South Korea where I taught English. Shorter trips have taken me to the lands from which my ancestors came, Britain and Germany, and I have also visited Italy, Austria, Holland, France, Turkey, Malta and Japan. In Africa I have mostly visited neighbours: Zambia, Zimbabwe and Mocambique, and once I holidayed on the main island of Zanzibar (Tanzania).
Yet southern Africa remains my home. May I share my Africa with you?
I do not paint an historical Africa. I do not paint a future Africa.
But the colours of Africa are my palette. I cannot help but paint my Africa
with every stroke I make. And if you care to visit here with me, you’ll find that it isn’t black or white…but every colour imaginable.