I am an Afrikaner who came of age around the time of the great political change in South Africa circa 1994. The world gradually turned on it's head as the brainwashing slowly dissipated, as the veils of lies and half truths lifted. Before the truth, I completely believed we were the good guys, only to wake up and realize we had the proverbial skull and crossbones on our uniforms!
It is difficult to accept that my people were so badly mistaken, it's infuriating and shameful. Yet I had a very happy childhood, I was loved and kept safe, I was part of a community of proud people with a history born from hardy settlers who trekked barefoot and pregnant over the mountains in ox drawn wagons.
This painting is a exploration of my feelings for my country, my nation and knowing the truth.
These symbols represent the Afrikaner regime with all it's evil practices, but also my happy childhood...I cannot change who I am and the path I have walked, yet I still feel guilt and shame for what my nation allowed their political and church leaders to do.