My current focus, depicting the “foot passengers” or pedestrians of the Klein Karoo farming village where I live, stems from an interest in walking as a social practice; an elemental way of being in the world which is simultaneously steeped in the idiosyncrasies of a specific context: 

“Mr. and Mrs. Lammle have walked for some time on the Shanklin sands, and one may see by their footprints that they have not walked arm in arm, and that they have not walked in a straight track, and that they have walked in a moody humour; for the lady has prodded little spirting holes in the damp sand before her with her parasol, and the gentleman has trailed his stick after him. As if he were of the Mephistopheles family, indeed, and had walked with a drooping tail.”  

Dickens, Our Mutual Friend.