Always, Londolozi

My family, my joy, my wild. x

I cannot put into words what Londolozi means to me. It’s people, they have changed me. The land, it has fed me. I have let the spaces there work their magic on my being, and it has changed my course in life immeasurably.

I am one of a galaxy of humans that feel this.

Immersion there at different times, to serve different purposes, has resulted in what I can only describe as an ancestral calling home, that in it’s entirety and simplicity can reset, re-align and restore my compass when I need it most. I do not even need to be there to feel it’s course and stirring within.

When I turned 21 Londolozi was my first artist in residency. I really had no idea what to expect or what to do. But they said they would have me, and I of course did next to no research in the matter apart from book a ticket and find a way to get there. Whether regrettably unprepared or actually relived in hindsight, I walked into one of the best months of my life and a springboard to what became two decades of explorations into Africa.

I owe the vision and mastery of Londolozi so very much. It has been the birth-child of ‘Mother’ - what I consider my greatest painting to date and closest representation of the wilderness I so love - and it has allowed me time and time again to fall deeply back in love with the Africa, and myself, when I have gone of course.

One day I hope to find capacity studio side to honour the tapestry’s in my mind’s eye of the Londolozi land. For that’s what I know they must be; tapestry’s of magic to cast spells of iridescent light and wonder.

If you have ever been, you know what I mean. And if you have not, then don’t wait a minute longer and throw all you have to finding your way to Eden….x

My friends, my teachers, my wisdom-keepers. x