


In the Final Chapter She Runs Away, 2011, ZINK, Cape Town (performance in which I mount a police horse and canter away into the darkness). ABOVE: She said you can't make any new holes in the wall, but you can use the ones that are already there, 2014 (for the exhibition I filled all 554 holes in the gallery’s walls, as well as writing a text and self publishing a booklet, about holes), Happiness Now? At Guest Projects, London. RIGHT: You do it to yourself and that's what really hurts, 2008, Michaelis Gallery, Cape Town (gallery wall, fake blood). BELOW: Suprematism; 2013 CONTENT NOTE FOR SELF HARM