Motion - Limited Edition 1 of 1 Artwork

Stop, breath, go! The rain falls down in Cape Town. You can feel the happiness of Mother Nature. I can literally hear how the flat mountain rejoice. Van Hunks gives a wet smokers cough in the face of the devil, with a broad smile, pipe in his hand. I quickly stop at my favorite coffee shop. I catch a jog from my car, it's cold and wet. It's not light yet. The streets are black from the rain and are illuminated with traffic- and headlights reflecting colours of green, yellow and red. "Sir, Sir! ... Please Sir!" I hear a voice. It must be another ‘bergie’. Vervlaks ... what's up with the country. Can I not walk 2 steps without being harassed by poverty? I suddenly feel embarrassed about that thought, I turn around and walk to the woman. “Yes”, I say. “I do not have money so I cannot help you, we are all struggling, sorry.” The woman talks over me and answers. "No, I just want to know if you do not know where Centenary Street is?" She swings her phone in the air and I see she is trying to get the address on google maps. “Can I quickly see the map?”, I ask. She immediately hands over her phone, as if she knows me, total trust. I look at the phone and see it’s a 30-minute walk. “Are you a domestic? What time do you need to be there?” “Yes, a domestic sir, I need to be there at 8h00”. I look at my phone. It's 7h55, she will not make it. I say my mantra in my head: 'Stop, Breath, Go!'. 8h02 .... me and a wild stranger stop in front of 21 Centenary Street. I give sigh of relief. I almost burst into tears when I look into her eyes and I see the tears roll over her cheeks and her big white teeth shine like a string of pearls. “Thank you, Sir” I’m on my way again. The voice on the radio says that the taxis and trains have problems, people are late. I guess that the unions are busy today, lateness and absence is a thing. Fortunately, the domestic of Centenary Street was on time. But she is one, what about all the others. 'Stop, Breath, Go!'