She would love it. Just as he loved her. He paused for a second, his fingers touching the door handle. He was in love. The realisation came to him qu… - Lesley Lokko

No job is worth one’s life.

I think all cultural output is a form of narrative. Somebody once said that culture is the sum total of stories we tell ourselves about ourselves. So, there's a very deep need to say something, to impart something. In these questions of colony, identity, territory, and history, there is a sense amongst many black practitioners that we've never had the space to tell our own stories, and part of the act of recuperating what has been lost is the desire to speak. In some senses, the Biennale has been a healing experience, a kind of closing over of a wound, of a void.

Change is the one thing that everybody hollers for and longs for, but when it actually arrives, most people don't want it. It's a complex thing.