HOME IS WHERE THE HORSE IS
YYou are missing an eye. The left. Socket punctuated by flies. A lingering of violence. Someone has scrawled 'don't touch the wild horses' on the dust covered rear windscreen of my car. It had taken them a decade. You see I only turn to you when I hurt. Your tick covered flank. I refuse to intervene in your communion. Born of tide and riverbed. You mate in the current of an electric fence. Burnt trees. The shadow of Johnny K. Onto the cleft road. I smelt of return. You of breaking surf. Vulnerable as a lip. I don't expect you to remember. But I still do.
Home Is Where The Horse Is traces the fragile coexistence between human and animal in the tidal wetlands of Rooisand, South Africa. The wild horses that inhabit this landscape, their origins uncertain, their survival improbable, move through the salt marshes with a quiet defiance.
YYou are missing an eye. The left. Socket punctuated by flies. A lingering of violence. Someone has scrawled 'don't touch the wild horses' on the dust covered rear windscreen of my car. It had taken them a decade. You see I only turn to you when I hurt. Your tick covered flank. I refuse to intervene in your communion. Born of tide and riverbed. You mate in the current of an electric fence. Burnt trees. The shadow of Johnny K. Onto the cleft road. I smelt of return. You of breaking surf. Vulnerable as a lip. I don't expect you to remember. But I still do.
Home Is Where The Horse Is traces the fragile coexistence between human and animal in the tidal wetlands of Rooisand, South Africa. The wild horses that inhabit this landscape, their origins uncertain, their survival improbable, move through the salt marshes with a quiet defiance.
Through intimate observation and lyrical documentation, the series explores the tension between care and distance, presence and restraint, what it means to witness without possession. The horses become emblems of endurance and belonging, their bodies bearing the marks of time, weather, and human proximity.
Paired with a poem of the same title, Home Is Where The Horse Is becomes both elegy and reflection, an act of seeing that honours the wild without claiming it.
Shortlisted for the
Sony World Photography Awards ‘24
Featured by Daily Maverick + World Press Photo
Paired with a poem of the same title, Home Is Where The Horse Is becomes both elegy and reflection, an act of seeing that honours the wild without claiming it.
Shortlisted for the
Sony World Photography Awards ‘24
Featured by Daily Maverick + World Press Photo