David Goldblatt - heavenly being

I have to go to Sydney in early March.  Sadly, not early enough.  Discovered yesterday that there is a major David Goldblatt exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art which closes on the 3rd of March.  In tears.  This is the thing that I have wanted to see for the last 20 years, at least.  He died last year. He took 70 years of photographs.  We lost something as a nation, as a species.  His photographs are searing in their beauty and meaning for me, the capture it all, somehow.  No-one came close.  All that we are as a people - all the hopes and failures and darkness and light and searing beauty along the way.  Life in the intersteces of consciousness.  Click here and scroll down this link to the big black video box - 30seconds long.

NG Kerk, in the town of Op-die-Berg, KoueBokkeveld, 1966 - just before Geordie was born. You can find it on Google maps. 
Though of course I want to go there by bicycle.

1972, pretty much my whole life ago, brands that we know as home today still, beauty in a time of darkness.

Randfontein, 1962.  How does a Jewish photographer from Joburg get to take a photo like this? 
How is he in this room with its naked emotions?

Margaret Singana, Soweto 1970; how did a rough wall and room get to look so extrodinary?

A clerical worker from Tsumeb in Namibia, on holiday in Hillbrow, 1973; how does he end up in this room?

Zimbabwean refugees taking shelter in the Methodist Church in Hillbrow in 2009, during the time of Xenephobic violence.