African art, shamanic art, South African art, Nigerian art, African portrait art, black man oil painting, tribal art, African woman portrait,


"I am the earth"
Oil on Canvas
61 cm x 61 cm

"I am the Earth"

The first painting I ever painted in New Zealand. This wasn't planned. I didn't have a concept or a series in mind. I had just emigrated from South Africa to New Zealand with my parents and my sisters, and I was homesick in that deep, physical way where your body misses a continent. So I painted Africa. Not the postcard Africa. The feeling of Africa. The warmth, the dust, the quiet strength that stays with you.

She is in a restful pose, her neck rings catching the light. And she looks directly at you. Not past you, not performing for you — at you. Steady. Unflinching. There's no sadness in her eyes, no drama. Just presence. A deep, ancient calm that says, "I am still here. You can leave, but I don't leave you. "That's how Africa felt to me then.

Even 7,000 miles away in a new, green, cold country, she was still looking at me. Technically, this painting was also the start of something very important for me as an artist. I wanted to see if I could paint a black face with all the colours — blues, purples, oranges, teals, warm reds — and still make it look completely natural, completely true.
Because dark skin is never just brown. It holds the whole spectrum.

It holds the sky and the earth at once. Look closely at her cheek, her forehead, the shadow under her lip — you'll see violet, aqua, burnt sienna, ochre, all breathing together. I was trying to prove to myself that colour could be honest.

This is a quiet painting, but it's my most emotional one. It holds the ache of leaving and the love that doesn't leave. It was the bridge between two homes. The first time I put down roots in New Zealand was by painting the soil I came from. For anyone who has ever missed a place so much it felt like a person. 

3 years later I emmigrated to Melbourne Australia by myself and started out as a waitress. Some of the bosses in the food service sector could be a little nasty for no good reason. When I was feeling bad about myself I would remember this painting, her face and that I had brought her to life with paint and felt a little bit better.