Birth – for the old folks arcade gamers of Phelindaba


In Phelindaba the Old Café are gone. Washed away by the caressing seeping water at the shores of nostalgia’s grey silver laser that burns the things we abhor or hold dear deep within the creases of our brains and bosom, a tug at the heart here and the disturbance of balance there, for a thrill worth Two Bob, Wola! … Read More Birth – for the old folks arcade gamers of Phelindaba

Diary Entry: Paucity, Balcomb, Winter and my first love


I would like to thank you for continuing to read my work. It is an honor to be read even if it just that random post. Presently an uncertain corridor looms for the tiny man. One thing is certain though, I am returning to my first love, the visual art object and I am taking you along with me on that journey. May we find the artist.… Read More Diary Entry: Paucity, Balcomb, Winter and my first love