My name is Willie Sonnenberg.
I love wild places, in particular I love the wild places of Africa. African landscapes are so grand and brooding.
As a boy I read a poem by Rudyard Kipling called The Explorer which has the following lines:
Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes
On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated – so:
“Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges –
“Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!”
That poem awoke a passion for the wilderness inside of me,
a passion that burns fiercely many years later.
It has taken me to some of the last wild places on earth.
I have gazed with awe at Mount Everest, stood beneath Aconcagua and Tupungato. I have watched the Amazon and the Nile flowing past. I have breathed in the vast silences of the Makgadigadi, the Serengeti, the Namib and the Sahara.
I have been privileged to spend a large part of my life in the African bush.
And it’s the bush that I paint mainly.