'Can you see me down here?' I wondered, standing on the Parade in Cape Town that hot February morning in 1990.
'Look carefully, here's where I begin.'
It was not just rhetoric, but a moment that has come to define my life as an artist and a person.
Small town white boy that I was, first year art student, I'd hated the morbid stupidity of Apartheid with all my heart, and had lost my family's trust and respect as a result of it.
That morning in 1990 was, aside from everything else, a vindication of me: my heart was in the right place.
It's a wonderful thing to learn about oneself, and it's sustained me through the years, as it always will.
So, you see, that morning gave me myself, the gift of a self that I was proud of. It's not just rhetoric, words, but a life-force, a heartbeat at the centre of my life.
There is no greater gift.
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