Dear Mother City, (aka Cape Town)
I visited you earlier in October, and I must say it was an experience I wouldn’t forget.
The energy in mid-city is quite contagious and at the same time exhausting, and the traffic intense. As a small-town girl, I think I could not handle it for more than a week, but I suppose one can get used to it.
Your inhabitants were very supportive, kind, generous and made me feel welcome.
I even spotted this guy in one of your museums and he laughed his ass of at me for feeling so overwhelmed:
And I almost lost my head to a hippo…
Luckily my friend made me a concoction of some Bach-flower remedies for the nerves.
and I channeled some horse-power with a Mary Sibande sculpture:
I did not see and experience half as much as I wanted to, but I did have a blast at the opening night of my solo exhibition Minutes to Midnight at 99 Loop gallery!
A big thank you to everyone who came to the opening night, and those who couldn’t make it to the opening, the exhibition runs until the 27th of October, so please feel free to pop in.
P.S ever wondered why Cape Town is known as the Mother City? Well, if you follow this link there’s 6 reasons why.