This year I traveled to Durban a little earlier than usual. The reason? The reason wasn’t a reason after all. The exhibition “Interior Landscapes” was postponed. On our way to Durban and back home we saw a sad consequence of the drought on the sides of the road: skin and bone cows walking miles and miles to find the right soil and grass and, after a hopeless search, dying.
We had a large bathtub inside the room. There were water restrictions but not for paying visitors. I remember I was feeling like a good bath and had to shower. I wondered how many cows would survive with just one? It would be impossible to ignore.