I’ve spent an incredible three weeks in Namibia making art in the desert with twenty other artists from the southern African states. Coming back I stay in Johannesburg for 4 days with Dumisani, a gentle man who makes exquisite prints and music from anything he touches. As I take my leave I discover that someone else from the time in Namibia has secretly bought me one of Dumisani’s works, which Duminsani now gives me in a carefully wrapped package.
I’m tired and confused when I reach London. The world seems strange as I walk up my street and kiss my girlfriend. When I unpack I realise that the print is still negotiating the circle line.