Wild Magic of Modern Art

Hark the wonderful weirdness of Richmond: relentlessly efficient middle-of-nowhere traffic cops on the N1, a horse museum that comes with a resident ghost, a giraffe in the bookshop corridor, a time-keeping church clock fixed by a former Blue Train driver, a classic old brickworks, a bar with saddles for seats, the most sophisticated padstal, café and overnight rooms in the Karoo, a hillside called Daggabult, a guy who took his Nommer Asseblief exchange home with him when he retired, a restaurant called Die Vetmuis Plaaskombuis, a supper club owned by a man who comes from Canada, and a summer book festival that punches way above its weight.

Bearing all that in mind, what’s so bizarre about finding a large collection of modern and contemporary South African art in this little Northern Cape settlement? In fact, it should be