Some of my best friends

Photographic print of my sculpture , heads void of vital senses ;eyes, ears and nose perched on welded chains . Signs -twigs antennas of communication, one cannot imprison an idea. Monument, homage to those vanished under the South African Apartheid regime. The work was site specific, in this instance was placed on the beach 4 kilometers from Robben Island where Mandela and his comrades were once imprisoned.

“Anchored and Chained” (Homage to the victims of oppression from Auschwitz to Robben island;my uncle Aaron Frank to Nelson Mandela)
No one can murder an idea,
Whether it be chained ,tortured and gassed

Even though the searchlights will draw its arc across the world
through mists and storms
And dropped papers
from the ivory guard towers
blackened with their faeces
and ashes of their cancerous smoke
The codex will be deciphered,
read and redeemed

There is always an escape
out of the earths dungeons
Into deaths dimensions
Where the ark in the ether
floats and all that
sailed upon her.