50 x 35cm
My shelter is temporary habitation, as hot as an oven in
summer, icy-cold in winter. This dwelling is made out of
frustration, scrap corrugated iron sheeting, wood & old
black plastic rubbish bags.
Because I am not part of an orderly community, I
am an outsider, not that I wish it to be so. My days
& nights leave me exposed to discomfort, disease,
violence, crime, destructive fire & wind & flooding.
Dignity cannot exist where there is a lack of opportunity.
Trapped in the present, unable to go anywhere,
I live between the unprivileged past & the uncertainty
of the future.