Africa 22º - 35º S
Hillsboro Fine Art | Dublin | 2004
For the best part of 40 yrs. Africa had conjured up an exotic imaginary world - my maternal gran-aunt used to send letters ‘home’ to Ireland from what was then Rhodesia. The stamps acted as miniature paintings, the envelopes had post-marks from a far away world. This journey to and around South Africa was Janus like – looking back whilst also looking forward – oscillating between the need to go and see the ‘new’ Africa and the need to tap into the ‘old’ Africa of my imagination.
