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. She has wrapped the print and handed it back to Dumisani who now gives me a delicate package.
I’m tired and confused when I reach London after 18 hours flying. The world seems strange an alien as I walk up my street and kiss my girlfriend. When I unpack I realise that the print is still negotiating the circle line.