Artwork Info

Horney, I Rise to Kiss the Stars of Love 

Escaped from the jaws of death and corruption

I think until my brain blisters

Each blister a mountain peak

I sit upon, waiting

For my brain to grow into a horn

That will grow tall and rise

To kiss the stars of love

Then transform into a trumpet

To resurrect the souls of those

Betrayed by demons of power and greed

In our beloved land!

Pitika Ntuli

Horny, I Rise to Kiss the Stars of Love

Bone, beads and found objects

140 x 45 x 62 cm