Pain Place

Every city has its pain place. In Darwin there’s the man with no legs elevated in a shady doorway. There’s the bus driver constantly glancing apprehensively in his mirror at the back of the bus where a drunk disheveled woman directs angry shouts like blows at a man in the group.

Marrakesh Biennale 6

How lucky to find myself in Marrakesh during the Biennale in 2016. I came across this installation at an intersection while checking out local galleries in the suburb of Gueliz. The Zbel Manifesto Collective of four artists from Marrakesh comment here on something close to my heart, a concern about the proliferation of plastic, or… Continue reading Marrakesh Biennale 6

Miss You

I keep finding gifts in the op shop for the mysterious woman in the wide brimmed who is  spray painted on the wall of a building in Casablanca. She has now taken up temporary residence on my bookshelf. A frame, a heart, a mirror and a flower surround her like a shrine.  Her creator painted… Continue reading Miss You

Wake me up to post…

… letters not blogs. I noticed this vibrant street art of an alert feline outside a cafe whilst lunching in Rabat. Little did I know that the artwork decorated an otherwise mundane, and purely functional element of the urban landscape.