I think the aloe is one of South Africa's most powerful, beautiful and celebratory symbols. It survives out there in the wild when everything else is dried.
I'm working on a very long series of paintings based on desert folklore.
My mother's English, and she always was fascinated by the desert.
Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
The problem today is that there are no deserts, only dude ranches.
Camel trips, as I suspected all along, and as I was about to have confirmed, do not being or end: they mere change form.
We imbue deserts and the tundra with menace because nothing, or little, grows there.
