Drawing and photography are central to my practice. Both make pressing - if sometimes fictitious - claims to the capture of lost moments.


The other side

The edge of the township of Masiphumelele, very close to the beach villages of Kommetjie and Noordhoek in the Cape. According to Wikipedia, it has approximately 26000 inhabitants. Ameneties are scarce and 30-40% of the inhabitants are infected with HIV/Aids. I'm hesitant about whether to even post this caption, but as photographs tends to objectify and aestheticise, I will risk sounding like an armchair liberal.


Page from sketchbook

Brush marker and watercolour in Seawhite of Brighton sketchbook.

Shop in Kommetjie


Holiday activities

My brother Dan and I drawing lemons in the kitchen... Dan says he could get used to this! His style of art, he says, is known as exactism, and I quote: "you have one chance. What you see is what you get." But actually, he was looking over my shoulder and copying my drawing, occasionally glancing at the bowl of lemons!

African Christmas

The light is so fierce, the sun so strong, that I really don't know how to take photographs here - the contrast is excessively sharp, so either they come out blanched, or with the shadows sooting out too much. This Father Christmas waiting at the chimney for his reindeer to collect and take him to cooler climes, on the road from Kommetjie to Fish Hoek.


They took me kicking and screaming for a walk up Table Mountain. Everyone else was doing the same thing on Boxing Day. The views were spectacular but the heat unbearable. Needless to say I didn't make it to anywhere near the top. I felt like dunking my head in some snow. I've always thought heat was overrated. The photo shows the children in our group, who were plucky and uncomplainingly made it all the way.