In 2015 I stumbled on a heap of dried and empty pomegranates after a flock of birds feasted on my father’s farm in the Karoo. The strong tree bearing bearing dead and empty fruit against the backdrop of the resilient Karoo landscape was a powerful image.
I have always been interested in solving the technical complications of found objects. In this piece I weave cotton through the holes left by the birds. There are 70 fruit in total each posing various technical complications. The handcrafted labour in itself takes time and patience. The fruit are fragile and brittle and the passing of time makes them even more so.
This is a very personal piece. It is an exploration into the idea of fruitfulness and the passing of time.