Dear Lord 

If I forget myself, let the art remember.

If I lose my footing,

let these veils catch me before the fall.

You’ve always spoken through my hands,

quietly,

ahead of me.

Long before I understand,

the work begins whispering what I need to hear.

Let this be my offering—

this blur between light and shadow,

this colour between red and blue,

this motion between becoming and unbecoming.

Let the red remind me of my fire.

Let the blue carry my breath.

Let the veil not hide me,

but hold me.

When the world feels slippery,

and I’m mid-transition,

unsteady, unraveling—

remind me that even here, I’m guided.

Even in the blur, I am becoming.

May every piece I create be a prayer I didn’t know I needed.

A map back to myself.

A soft place to land.

A prophecy of healing in motion.

Amen.

A PRAYER FOR THE SLIPPERY SLOPES (2024)

Photography

Dear Lord,

If I forget myself, let the art remember.

If I lose my footing, let these veils catch me before the fall.

A Prayer for the Slippery Slopes unfolds as both invocation and offering. Written in the form of a prayer, the work reflects a moment of vulnerability a recognition of instability, transition, and the uncertainty that accompanies becoming.

The figure moves through states of concealment and revelation, draped in veils that blur the body’s edges and disrupt clarity. These gestures do not obscure the subject, but instead create a space of suspension a visual condition where identity is not fixed, but in motion. The body appears to hover between presence and disappearance, held within a fragile balance.

Colour operates as both structure and language. The tension between red and blue introduces a duality fire and breath, intensity and stillness, grounding and release. These elements do not resolve into opposition, but remain in conversation, mirroring the internal shifts that accompany moments of uncertainty.

Movement within the work is equally significant. The blurred forms suggest a body in transition not yet settled, not yet defined. This instability is not framed as failure, but as necessary. It reflects the experience of navigating change without full understanding, trusting that direction will emerge through the process itself.

At its core, the work positions art as both witness and guide. The act of making becomes a form of listening where the work begins to articulate what the artist has not yet fully understood. In this sense, each image functions as a quiet response, a gesture toward grounding, even in moments where stability feels distant.

Within Sedza Zwau, A Prayer for the Slippery Slopes marks a point of surrender. It acknowledges the fragility of transition while holding onto the belief that even within uncertainty, there is guidance that becoming, however unsteady, remains a form of movement toward self.

May every piece I create be a prayer I didn’t know I needed.

A map back to myself.

A soft place to land.