The Algorithm Of Fading Fathers When the sky cracks does the ground taste its grief?
“When the sky cracks does the ground taste its grief?” — The Algorithm Of Fading Fathers, poetry by Johannes Shikongo.
“When the sky cracks does the ground taste its grief?” — The Algorithm Of Fading Fathers, poetry by Johannes Shikongo.
“With the gluttonous saturation of colour in the world, I reduce a photograph to black and white as a way of heightening its viewing sensation, forcing the viewer to imagine the colours.” — Maputo In Black And White, photography by Eduardo Mondlane.
“Why did the Herero girl stop singing her people’s hymns?” — Identity, poetry by Vekondjisa Nosipho Katusuva.
“I would choose a Sufi word and write it again and again until the picture formed of prayer.” — Ancestral Connection, visual art by Med Amine Serhane.
“Lean forward. Stop breathing.” — Diagnostic III, poetry by Amanda Gunn.
“A viewer’s journey into understanding themselves through the subtle cues of light, form, and composition.” — Between Light And Shadow, photography by Martin Amushendje.
“I dream that it’s a weeknight and you are alive again.” — Elegy At 2 A.M., poetry by Amanda Gunn.
“And I paused because, for once, I could.” — Sonic Overload, auralgraph from Cairo, by Filemon Iiyambo.
“There are things my shadow could not begin to whisper:” — To Be Forgotten by Ethel Mafwila.