
Printer: Sbongiseni Khulu and Jesse Shepstone


The dream about the time I was in a meadow of pink and green foliage and flowers. I was wearing that chessboard dress again and in the sky was a huge flower made of more versions of me and my dress. It was big enough to be a cloud or a spaceship. I held my hand in this position again, holding a single hand-drawn flower. I must have picked it from another meadow, in another dream.

The dream about the time I held a balloon shaped like my head in a sea of heads shaped like mine. It was completely silent, like an internet backroom, of sorts.

The dream about this abstract space that was both indoors and outdoors. My outfit matched the floor again. I was holding onto two balloons, shaped like my head. I couldn’t see the string but could feel it, I could also feel the force of the balloons but somehow I was rooted on the ground and didn’t float off into the abyss.

Self-Centered, as in allowing yourself to be the centre of your universe to find a deeper connection to the universe we live in right now.

Jesse’s Kiss

Jesse’s Kiss

My Kiss

Siphiwe’s Kiss

David’s Kiss

A Lover’s Impression
