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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburg
Yesterday I finally got round to printing my self portraits from the last two years (eish Sisi, took me long enough 😂). Spread them out on the balcony, laid down among the herbs like they were family (they are now). Looked at each one and remembered where I was, who I was with. Found some in Berlin, some here. Saw myself ageing, saw my hair changing, saw my smile softening. Then I saw the ones from before she left, before she came back. The ones where my eyes look like they're trying to hold something together. And then the ones after, the ones that just let it go (heh). There's one of us laughing at her mother's kitchen table last year. I hadn't looked at it since it printed, and seeing it made me miss her so bad yebo? But also happy that we took it. That she was there, that she'll always be in my archive too. Now they're all up on the studio wall (I even put up some old church programme portraits around them). A proper family portrait of sorts. Phone off from 7 to 8, I promise this time.