Reality grappling at our feet as we climb Makanaskop – begging for more money.
And the oppressive fingers give way to oppressive mounds; fingers turned to branches.
Soon it is the stone and twigs that crunch and grapple at our feet, heralding our arrival.
Shale, nature’s unworthy stalactite, carves the name and very essence of the Eastern Cape.
Where the lay lines lie, and biomes coalesce in syzergy, and anthropocentrism is dwarfed by the very length and breadth of Gaia, eRhini.
Artwork: Night figures rising from the Swartberg (2014) | Gregor Röhrig | Mixed-media digital
print on Hahnenühle German Etching, 59.4cm × 84.1cm | Image courtesy of Atelier Röhrig,
Cape Town | $650 (Edition 3/8)