origins
For a few years, I lived in a landscape where I felt completely part of the land itself. I belonged to it, and it belonged to me. Kaapschehoop, a tiny mountain village perched high on the Mpumalanga escarpment, South Africa.
During my childhood, there were only a handful of people, and miles of untouched forest. Dirt roads, and no tourism.
Ancient quartzite formations, more than 2.5 billion years old and among the oldest exposed rocks on Earth, stood like silent guardians across the landscape.
To me, it was a place of endless wonder and quiet magic. Every path between the rocks felt like entering another world.
Long before I understood their age, I felt their presence.
Looking back, I realize it wasn't only the landscape that stayed with me – it was the way I felt there. That connection has never left me.
Every painting and every vessel begins by reconnecting with that part of me.
Before I understood art, I understood stillness.