Title: Nomthandazo, 2021
Edition: Unique Original
Medium: Acrylic Paint, Cow Dung On Recyled Couch Leather
Dimensions: 120cm x 80cm, 47.24in x 31.5in, stretched
Nomthandazo is part of the artworks that were produced insipired by a short story that I wrote which is a reflection of african mothers. What was, was never the beauty of the story. What is, is not the end of it neither. She bared the cry of her children, every corner she turned to, there seemed to be a loud cry for help. she wiped thr tears on their faces with her clothing. she raised her voice on what was wrong. she ignited light. she was the stone of the foundation, but, no one heard her. The same people whom she helped all these years are the same people still systematically belittling her, whispering to her that she will never make a difference because she is a Black woman. thats not the end of it, times have changed but not the pain, there is still suffering in Africa. A beautiful continent but whats the beauty of it, being puished down by the system which is meant to uplift you. they no longer whisper in her ears, they just say it in their hearts but somehow she still hears them, beacause she is black, she's viewed as less. The Pegs used to pin clothes, to make sure that when the winds occur, they do not carry the clothes away . Despite how strong the winds are, they are meant to keep them intact. Even when it rains, they meant to do that until the clothes dry off… Which is their purpose in Thamsanga’s body of work, they are a symbol that no matter how rough the winds are in life….HOPE must never be lost because eventually it will stop… Even in calm winds and instead it rains….and your life (clothes) gets together(wetter), eventually all will cease to pass beacause every storm runs out of rain at some point. At that point your clothes will be dry and just like a farmer it will be time to harvest.