Marching to the Gates of Spirit
I float through time
Shadowing
Every direction the wind blows
I float through time in search of lost spirits
Adrift in dark forests where interlopers
Roam freely
I float to gain perspective
Ready to unleash
The wrath of my ancestors
When the full moon rises
Casting shadows
Of shadows
On our dreams of a Better Life For All!
- Marching to the Gates of Spirit
- Pitika Ntuli
- Bone, hide and found objects
- 93 x 100 x 20 cm
