My face gets pink when I look at sunsets. My work is an interrogation of my memory as it relates to ideas of land, nostalgia and race. Since moving to the Netherlands from South Africa, I have come to question my sense of home. I have all these memories of farms and safaris and electric fences and open landscapes; where do they come from? To enjoy these scenes is to deny the socio-political landscape that shapes them.

My art is the visualisation of my experience of being a tourist both in South Africa and in the Netherlands, two places intrinsically linked through history. I make work which questions our ideas of security: whose comfort is being sacrificed so that we can sit in our living rooms staring at the world through an ornate fence? A memory of viewing a sunset on my last visit home became the starting point for creating an ongoing work. It visualises the sunset as a stone wall. The wall appears bright and fun, but is ultimately a symbol of exclusion and a limitation on the view of our world. My art belies the naïve grasp of my memories. It exposes the contradictions of my upbringing.