There you go, posses like you insane, fully.

Be a protege of the light.

There you are, possessed as of this moment.
Imagine enough reals.Look at me man!

Look at the eyes when we speak.

The zen comes in and its the phantom.

It comes in through the eyes and thats how the light shines forever.

The cuckoo bird is the one that hears the sounds of the rhythms.
See the eyes fully opening.
Thats when you full see them.
It makes you windy.
Be solar
You dance in my eyes.
Something Solo
See the eyes fully.
It makes you windy.
Ever changing.
It keeps flowing in the city looking for a home,
So many of us are predestined solar.
Dancing in the light.
Something Solar.

You dance on me.

This is how we penetrate the sky.

The is the synamon.
It makes us merciful.
In solar.
You dance in my eyes.
Something solar.

So look at me man,

Show  the eyes men when we meet..
The zen comes in and says.
Me ,Me.


Who or What is the NEW WAVE?

Today a crow called me, curious I went up t it.
It said look at the large bin where the construction workers are depositing their “waste”.
I did.

I didn’t know what I was looking for, because the crow didn’t say and I didn’t ask.

I found a nice cardboard box and a very long electrical cable.
I have no idea , what I need it for, since I’m not one for taking things

I don’t need.When i jumped out of the large bin, I remember thinking. Talent is taking advance of my opportunity.This was a continuation on an idea on talent I’ve been exploring the past week coupled with a dream message.
“How do i take complete advantage of the opportunities around me?
By asking the right questions and being around the right people…I generate the right wave.”

I took my find with me and left it at the art school. I had lots to carry, it was a bit inconvenient. I had to battle with being in the positive state of mind all the time. It was heavy.

Then i got to thinking about how you too were a green-eyed bird, always looking and collecting things.

I asked myself the question, what drove you to pick up certain objects.

I concluded you too were led by your own intuition.

Intuition is talent.




Giovanna Olmos: aware awkward awe. What is stupidity?


Russell Mbulelo Kana: I don’t know, But I know I am.

Giovanna Olmos: What does it mean to be stupefied?

Giovanna Olmos :What I want to say is that stupidity and awe are related.

Russell Mbulelo Kana: Since I’m stupid,for me being stupid means to not learn from my mistakes.

Not thinking about the consequences of my action, or not caring about them.

Being stupid for me also means to be inquisitive.

To always be open to learn, knowing I dont know. I don’t know .I don’t know.

stu·pe·fy (stp-f, sty-)
tr.v. stu·pe·fied, stu·pe·fy·ing, stu·pe·fies
1. To dull the senses or faculties of. See Synonyms at daze.
2. To amaze; astonish.

You see the word is oxymoronic. I guess wonder and awe comes from being in this middle state.

To know and not know and to remain curious , a hope of the unexpected. A desire to see more than what is already presented or discovered. .Because in it I explore and discover, explore, discover explore..

Discovery is an aspect of awe which is stupendous .

Russell Mbulelo Kana: Adj. 1. stupefied – as if struck dumb with astonishment and surprise; “a circle of policement stood dumbfounded by her denial of having seen the accident”; “the flabbergasted aldermen were speechless”; “was thunderstruck by the news of his promotion”
dumbfounded, dumbstricken, dumbstruck, dumfounded, flabbergasted, thunderstruck
surprised – taken unawares or suddenly and feeling wonder or astonishment; “surprised by her student’s ingenuity”; “surprised that he remembered my name”; “a surprised expression”
2. stupefied – in a state of mental numbness especially as resulting from shock; “he had a dazed expression on his face”; “lay semiconscious, stunned (or stupefied) by the blow”; “was stupid from fatigue”
dazed, stupid, stunned

confused – mentally confused; unable to think with clarity or act intelligently; “the flood of questions left her bewildered and confused”


While living in Port Elizabeth I became curious of this one community living in Summerstrand.
I always wondered how could I engage with these strangers?
If only I knew someone there..
I grew to notice that these people lived a very simple way of life.

Many a times I’d notice them on the road-side selling firewood.
Until one day I stopped by to buy some wood on my way to a beach party.

The seller a shabby bearded white man who claimed to have been living with the Strandloopers for six months.
He said he was an evangelists and that’s what had brought him there.

I realised that was my gateway.

So began my visits to the forests.

Strandloopers, an Afrikaans term for a people who live by and on the sea.
The food they could harvest from the sea consisted of fish and now illegal shell called Perlemoen, which can be deadly poisonous if eaten at the wrong time.

I later grew to learn that they would collect bottles along the beaches and rubbish bins which they also traded in for cash.

They were very enthusiastic about having me photograph them and seemed to enjoy the new attention.
They always asked for money which I never gave them instead I’d bring food and promised to send them photos.

I’ had been going there for over a week, and felt quite relaxed around my new-found companions.
They seem to not mind me shooting them and walking around they home with the camera, even the two dogs had learnt to accept me.

Now I had been told that of the 9 poeple living there, three had done some time in prison. Although this didn’t seem to stop me , after all every one has a past.
All the three had their bodies and faces covered in prison tattoos.
The oldest of the three-man told me he has spent 30yrs in prison in a maximum security section.

So I’m sitting having a chat with a lady there, feeling quite relaxed , when all of a sudden the youngest of the three , whom I had much distrust towards him, because of always being a little too forceful.
suddenly appears from nowhere with a butcher’s knife which he holds against my neck and pretends to cut my throat.

The funny thing was, I felt not the slightest fear despite the rage that he showed and the abruptness of his action.

I just sat there and didn’t react one bit…
I simply waited like a lamb, calmly until he stopped.

The others rebuked him,
This is no way to treat our guest!!
put the knife away you idiot!!! and chased him out.

The rests were shocked at his action as much of my of non reaction.

I guess, when I look back on it now, it was the best way I could have dealt with it.

I came back a few more times to photograph and delivered the photos.

On the last day of my shoot they insisted that I come visit as often as possible.

When winter arrived I took a really warm coat I didn’t use and offered it as a gift to the oldest man.
When he walked, his back was crouched over and had a limp.
He had become a real forest creature.

I asked him what happened , how did he become this way?
He said the cold winter , has caused his spine to deform.