there are things that alter one’s life indefinitely.
the inevitable love-affair with the african bush is one of these things.
after africa, nothing can ever be the same

we have always been awed by the bush.
armed with a camera and a sketchbook, the veld becomes a playground of colour and texture and shadow.
while taking black-and-white photographs of the winter bush, we were inspired to reduce these images even further.
the resulting pen-and-ink reductions are held in this collection

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these artworks are scratched with pen on paper, before being digitised, cleaned up, and vectorised.
this allows up to print incredibly high-quality drawings at massive scale
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in producing these artworks, it is impossible to not give thanks to hendrik pieneef, izzy duarte, walter battiss, keith joubert, and zapiro
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because there in the bushveld lies my heart