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Bessie Head’s Sound Garden | Intimacy and Home-ness

“The home garden also becomes a space of domestic labour of pleasure. The domestic becomes the site of productivity but also of leisure and enjoyment. The garden, therefore, becomes a space of claiming the power of the domestic, of intimacy and home-ness.” — Ejaridini, MADEYOULOOK The garden evokes ideas of growth, renewal, cultivation, care, and…

Radical Makazi | Bio-kin, Fictive kin, Anti-kin and Ante-kin

“I am especially interested in how we navigate different ideas of the auntie: as bio-kin, as fictive kin, as anti-kin, as ante-kin, as employer, as older stranger, as authority figure, as someone else’s memory, as absence, and as possibility.” — K’eguro Macharia Through her multidisciplinary and multi-temporal project, Thandiwe Msebenzi introduces us to the story…

An ode to special women: In conversation with Lerato Motau

At first glance one is drawn to the different facial expressions, the elaborate headdresses and the colourful collars adorned by the women portrayed in Lerato Motau’s Ten Thousand Women, her second solo exhibition currently on at AITY Gallery in Franschhoek. In this form of Black figuration, the artist employs embroidery as a form of painting….

Ezemiphefumlo… of the souls | A futurity of being

In the words of Olivia Laing, “The future does not announce its arrival”. It merely takes its course. Tina Campt, of course, speaks of futurity realised in the present entwined with the notion of a “tense”— “a tense relationship to an idea of possibility that is neither innocent nor naïve. [That] is devious and exacting……

Why we pose in front of art

It’s a thing, we’ve all done it or seen it before. We turn our backs to the camera as we glean meaningfully into the art on the walls of galleries. It’s like a gaze upon a gaze. Or, we turn our backs entirely, allowing sizable artworks to be our backgrounds, embracing us almost. Why do…

Lebogang Mabusela’s Ukwatile? | Who is safe to violate?

If I had access to someone at the offices of Google or Meta, I would have asked them to track how many people — how many men — had snapped images of Lebogang Mogul Mabusela’s work, put it on social media with a hashtag and some random non-contextual remark without taking responsibility for their own…