Encoded in our DNA, encoded in our blood
In the fingerprints of the rock

…and mirrored in the shadows at sunset

Lies the secrets of our ancestors
The lessons we need to heed
The age-old call of the wild

Written in the slate
Engraved in each grain of sand
The sun burning away the dirt

To leave only the long-forgotten language
Encoded in the sand
Encoded in the land

The language of the landscape
Of humans in harmony with nature
In rhythm. In dance. In blood-red of the sand.

– “Encoded”, Janet Botes, 2015

Photo-documentation of land art created from pieces of found rusted wire
Site: Snake Eagle Thinking Path Geoglyph, Matjiesfontein, South Africa.
Year: 2015