Documenting the South African interior, the remotest parts of the arid outback, the lives lived here and the cultures and people who occupy it, has become a bit of a passion project of mine.
I choose colour because through colour we can evoke emotion, we can convey a message. We can draw the attention of the viewer, and we can highlight certain aspects within the frame.
When the wind is really bad on the Karoo plains, the sky becomes a strange colour – and this is something I have evident through a lot of my pictures. It’s both surreal and dreamy, and foreboding – because, if you’ve been to South African outback during these weather conditions, you’ll know that after great wind comes great cold. A cold front usually chases the wind over these plains, they kick up dust and debris, they cause severe damage to property, like a superhero chasing a villain, and laying the city in a heap of rubble.
This little caravan, alone on a grassy plain, was photographed on one such day, when the wind was causing havoc on the Greater Karoo plains, and no living thing felt up to the outdoors. A forlorn sort of thing, I thought it, and felt a strange sort of pity for it, standing there, forgotten.