PENIS WITCH & LOST LOVERS
Penis enlargement leaflets and tabloid advertising posters are ubiquitous in big bad Johannesburg and most towns in South Africa. It has become an identifier & a marker of space.
Their basic & brazen graphic design as effective as accidental art can be.Visually, the inner city is a web of Dadaist messages that offer an array of miracles & horrors at every street corner.
I quickly was enthralled by their nonsensical yet deep narratives, it read like beat poetry, pop art, automatic writing.
The psycho geographic madness of it all acting like a narcotic on the nervous system, interrogating our very notion of reality.
Aren’t we all waiting for the miracle to come ?
Love is old but it’s always new, shadows change into bones, fears & wishes are commodities, mystic charms & magic bright.
What everlasting spell do I need this day ?
Immortality until I die.
Bring me back lost lovers, give me a brand new penis, if another man goes mad, God is glad.
You can tie me up to the mast of the ship of fools, I will keep on wishing.
Believing is seeing.
Take me to the Wizard, the night is sad & so am I.