I live in Windhoek, Namibia, and consider myself a born and bred African.
Currently, my life revolves around kids.
My own and many others. In a previous universe, I used to paint and live with reckless abandon, and seemingly overnight it all turned to bills and spaghetti bolognese, that motherhood icon.
My creative energy is swallowed by teaching. Time, a rare commodity. My alibi for leaving art behind is reasonable, and widely accepted by too many women artists, writers, dancers, designers, singers, you name it.
But I am deciding to rage against the dying of the light, after all, and hope to spread a fighting spirit.
Artist: Silke Berens
Diaz Point is at the coast of perhaps the most desolate town in the whole universe: Lüderitz was built on the discovery of diamonds in the desert at the end of the 19th century; today it has a small fishing industry and some offshore diamond mining vessels keeping it alive. I spent a few years living there, entranced by the feeling of complete exposure to the extreme elements existing between desert and ocean. That’s me on the rickety old bridge fighting the constant, merciless wind…