[First paragraph] It started off as a reaction to my silencing. I had written an opinion piece in a South African art magazine critiquing the lack of racial transformation in the visual arts field in South Africa. Practically overnight I went from up-and-coming artist to art world pariah, non-existent as the White monied habitus closed ranks. What had I expected? That they would sing my praises when I opened my mouth? Over the next two years I produced What I look like, What I feel like in which