I did this series of twelve drawings in the middle nineties. I worked on it obsessively, hardly stopping to breath for a couple of months. It was, I think, a spontaneous manifestation of the collective unconscious. It is impossible for me to say more about it. It sits in a place beyond words. The images and word-webs speak for themselves.
Bertie Olivier (head of department of philosophy, UPE) wrote the following in the foreword:
“The images that populate the time-space of her work do not address us at the level of logic, but rather in the sphere of the collective imagination into which the artist has somehow, amazingly, had insight. These sometimes very intricately rendered figures embody and convey a realm of eloquent silence, where we rediscover the primacy of touch, the paradoxical interpenetration of being and ono-being, the terror of time’s nihilating black hole, juxtaposed with the comforting wisdom of the feminine and its promise of rejuvenation, as well as the ambiguous arachnid image of ˋ web: comforting and yet frightening in its paradoxical combination of security and paralysis.”