LUPUS NON MORDET LUPUM
My mother was born in the Overberg town of Caledon, South Africa in 1953 to a father who twice faced bankruptcy, but scored the first hole-in-one at the golfcourse in Riviersonderend where, in her final year of high school, she was nicknamed 'White Rat'. At 19, she got married after abandoning her teacher training at Stellenbosch University, the bastion of Calvinist Afrikaner Nationalism.
Today, at 70, the former potter and equestrian battles the acute physical and psychological effects of Lupus, an autoimmune disease causing the body to attack its own organs. When first encountered in the 13th century, it was thought the accompanying facial lesions, spread across the cheeks like the wings of a Lepidoptera [butterfly or moth], resembled the bite marks of a wolf. Difficult to treat, its exact cause remains unknown.
As the parent of two daughters, who call me 'Wolf', I can finally empathize with, and question, her sacrifice, dependence, bitterness, doubt, regeneration, and relentless spiritual pursuit as a partner, mother, grandparent, and perhaps ultimately, a womxn.
My mother was born in the Overberg town of Caledon, South Africa in 1953 to a father who twice faced bankruptcy, but scored the first hole-in-one at the golfcourse in Riviersonderend where, in her final year of high school, she was nicknamed 'White Rat'. At 19, she got married after abandoning her teacher training at Stellenbosch University, the bastion of Calvinist Afrikaner Nationalism.
Today, at 70, the former potter and equestrian battles the acute physical and psychological effects of Lupus, an autoimmune disease causing the body to attack its own organs. When first encountered in the 13th century, it was thought the accompanying facial lesions, spread across the cheeks like the wings of a Lepidoptera [butterfly or moth], resembled the bite marks of a wolf. Difficult to treat, its exact cause remains unknown.
As the parent of two daughters, who call me 'Wolf', I can finally empathize with, and question, her sacrifice, dependence, bitterness, doubt, regeneration, and relentless spiritual pursuit as a partner, mother, grandparent, and perhaps ultimately, a womxn.
Lupus Non Mordet Lupum (“A wolf does not bite another wolf”) is a personal exploration of inheritance, empathy, and transformation across generations of womxn in South Africa. Rooted in the artist’s relationship with his mother, a former potter and equestrian now living with lupus, the work moves through memory, illness, and identity to confront the quiet ways love and pain are passed down.
Through intimate portraits, fragments of family history, and lyrical storytelling, the project reflects on sacrifice, dependence, regeneration, and faith. It blurs the boundaries between body and landscape, myth and medicine, searching for grace in the act of witnessing another’s suffering.
At its heart, Lupus Non Mordet Lupum is both elegy and reconciliation. A meditation on what it means to see one’s own reflection in the wounds, endurance, and spirit of those who came before.
Featured by PhMuseum + Too Tired Project
Through The Lens Collective + World Press Photo
Through intimate portraits, fragments of family history, and lyrical storytelling, the project reflects on sacrifice, dependence, regeneration, and faith. It blurs the boundaries between body and landscape, myth and medicine, searching for grace in the act of witnessing another’s suffering.
At its heart, Lupus Non Mordet Lupum is both elegy and reconciliation. A meditation on what it means to see one’s own reflection in the wounds, endurance, and spirit of those who came before.
Featured by PhMuseum + Too Tired Project
Through The Lens Collective + World Press Photo