Homeward Bound Oxen Project, 2017 
Durbanville, Cape Town, South Africa 

And so the journey continues: to get to the end of the story we have to walk through the process of delineating what that home, in reality, is. To be treading/trekking between paradise lost and paradise found. To shift clay into the shape a little hand-held ox and ask something as humble as mud to carry a meaning as potent as a story’s end. Home. hen asked to tell of ‘home’ adults often start to speak of the place which they knew when they were but small. Not by definition where they eat or sleep or rest today. This blurred migration of finding ones home not by it being where you currently are but realising what it is - where it is - when you finally get there. That your name has been called and your place set. In the final chronicle of CS Lewis’ Narnia series the Unicorn cries out: “I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now.” And it seems that the timeless Clay Ox, this ever appearing magical creature is thus also destined to a long journey.