#ArtFor20 by Slabsta.


“As an upcoming artist it is very hard financially but because art is meant for everyone I want to share it and #Artfor20 is my way of doing it.” – Slabsta

Share your art with us for only R20. Submit any artwork (Writing, Music, Fine Art ect…) that you would like to share on all our platforms for promotion and a good cause. The R20 proceeds are used to purchase a meal which will be donated.

Submit your artwork to: Artfortwenty@gmail.com





Cut Me Loose!


The idea of fearlessness, of affirming  your own power? That’s a Liberty the concrete jungle cannot afford, don’t you know how much we spent to build these walls?  Are you sure you want it anyway, I mean you have to actually fight for it. You have to fight what’s already set in stone, you have to have the courage to go for the unknown, and we don’t take kind to your kind who think you can waltz in and demand your soul we worked so hard for and stole, so no. – The System

What does Freedom mean to our generation, what does it mean to take your freedom and unshackle yourself from the system?

“Firstly Freedom is subjective; todays generation defines freedom as entering into white space. For me, freedom surpasses the physical barrier it means being able to tap into your inner being and consciousness to a point where you exist in a physical body but that does not define you, it means being able to define yourself.” – Lehlogonolo Modise. The Freedom Thinker


Written by Kea Mooka

Behind the Red Door with Tiisetso


On a luxe Blue Train, Tiisetso Maoke lays her art out on display, she’s created her own wonderland and invites us behind the scenes of Red Door Art.  She is a narrative, visual artist, a writer and a poet. 

Her wonderland is inspired by the notion that ‘we should never be hesitant to keep our dreams alight or live them using what you have’. She truly belives in the idea bringing your imagination to life, she creates with a passion to connect the fantastical to the real world.  ‘These dreamy ventures and journeys we take, fuel our imagination to create all these creative products, and through them we remind people to see the world differently’.

‘I always have a desire to learn something new, or to do things that really scare me’, she explains.

Her painting, ‘The Beautiful Marigold’ tells a story of a woman standing in front of a mirror in an elegant red dress, in reflection of how far she has come in life, how at the end of the day it is herself she has to face; not her possessions or the people around her.

Another piece, the ‘Queen Of Hearts’ tells the story of Vala Welsh a queen born in oppressive times, the queen dedicates her life to trying to embody Christ’s gene, to possess passion, compassion and perfected faith. 

Tiisetso reminds us that you can indeed, bring your fantasy to life through art.


The Beautiful Marigold



Queen of Hearts


Written by Kea Mooka
Photography by Neo Lerutla


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Joints, not the kind you roll, not that altered state of mind that you have to buy.

Take in that puff, inhale that emptiness and pass it to the next. A room clouded with smoke, does everybody think that shit’s dope? That the air is filled with lost hope.

When that one half can’t get high anymore, screams dissolve into sullen sighs and that ‘ I don’t care anymore’ comes out. You exhale that warm chronic into the world, but it’s still so damn cold. Tears run down your face at the memory of daddy’s ‘ I don’t care’ when he left , leaving mommy feeling like death.

These joint’s connect your world. You fill up with slow sex in bathrooms and can’t even look her in the eye when she tries to say ‘I love you’, you’d heard it all before. You knew that tomorrow she wouldn’t recall. You felt like you belong in these streets, you’d say ‘anywhere but home, please’.

Leave out the weeds, and start plantings seeds. We need more food for thought, because when the smoke clears out and everybody in the room still looks lost.

Written by Kea Mooka

Photo by Sameera Soorjee Photography



The Visage of Thought: Part 7 (Finale)

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It Dawned On Me

These locks landed in front of my face. They blurred the path in front of me. Till suddenly I saw a light in front of me, uncovering the browns and gold of my skin, as though I was peeling off the dark this world had laid on me. It was my dawn.

I had to scream, and look at these hands, the hands that helped hold up my smile. Till a hand from the sky chose me and let me be free. I had no fear of flight risks and I let it dawn on me. The visage of my thoughts, sought after dark souls who needed to see that they are gold.

Don’t drown in those sorrows and woes. Hold on to your soul, dig deep enough until you find gold.

You are golden.

Prose by Kea Mooka

Photo by Sameera Soorjee Photography

The Visage of Thought: Part 6

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I flipped my hair forward, and stopped  mid air. I saw myself outside of myself. I needed to know what it was like from the other side. It looked to me, like a conqueror in motion. Holding on to hopefulness.

What I saw mid air was the courage, to be free from cowardice. Resilience, I stood still as a tree, while they ran back and forth from me while I still tried to find me. So I moved, and like a force of nature and they will notice me.

It wouldn’t be as fun if I hadn’t jumped the gun. I told them I’d be phenomenal. I needed this time to reflect from this high and ask myself why? I was beautifully and wonderfully made.

Stop, before you move. You won’t stay stuck. It’s not just luck.

Prose by Kea Mooka

Photo by Sameera Soorjee Photography