 We live in a place that looks like this, like this, suburbs, like this, tree-lined roads, like this. Everywhere in the world, people separated by poverty, by wealth. In South Africa also separated by history, most of us still separated by geography. Remember this bin, I'm coming back. I dream of the neglected impossible spaces. Hilbrough, the most densely populated place in the whole of Africa. We ask permission from the authorities to change our city's skyline so that it looks like a future to look forward to. Usually in response to these proposals, they say, sorry, do you want it or please will you fill in this form or please give us three years of audited financial statements. A lot of the time they talk, there's a recession. Well, the recession, it drives by. Sometimes they actually do say yes to us. They say yes a month before the Soccer World Cup when they're in a big hurry and we have to make everything look like we're always cooking here. Then we do beautiful work. Here's Mary Sabande, Joberg-based artist's beautiful exhibition Long Live the Dead Queen on 10,000 square metres of outdoor advertising space that is normally reserved for alcohol advertising. I kid you not. Straight on from the Merva's beautiful land art project at the Galulis Interchange welcomed thousands of people to Johannesburg. Sometimes they don't say yes, we get up to mischief. This is a project called the Tree Tribunal in which I collaborated with my friend, my neighbour, Philippa Yardavilius, who's a brilliant poet and I. We wrote this statement in support of freedom of expression in South Africa. Black people are not cars. They can't be herded, not unless there's a sail on. Needless to say it blew away in the wind three hours after we put it up. Some dreams are like that. I believe, I really believe in the power of imagination to change our atmosphere. I believe in the power of action to make people who feel powerless all over the world increasing numbers of us feel a sense of power. I believe that public space belongs to the public. Ish, but the public. The public, they drive past. They drive past rat-infested rubble. Children coming too big at your window. What do you drive past that you think is normal? It's not normal. I drove past this pile of rubble every single day for over a year taking my child to school because it's in this park which is next to the main road going into Joburg, a big park where there's lots of homeless people that live here and I never ever saw this until one day I noticed it. I saw this pile of rubble. That was the beginning of neighbourhood target practice. I immediately just became initiative. I acted, I phoned my friend who's also an artist. His name is Johanna Strayer. He's got these luminous eyes and I said to him would you like to reinvent this? And I had this bit of money burning a hole in my pocket that I got from the aforementioned 24 hour emergency public art services for the World Cup and so he said yes and I said well what do you want to do? He said I want to make a concrete bed, a double bed in the park with creases, with a duvet, with pillows in the park and he brought me this amazing drawing and I said yes. Nobody in their right mind sort of said yes. Would have said yes. I said yes. Well not in my right mind. So we didn't ask anybody because we knew if we asked the authorities ush we're going to get a pile of forms. So the only thing we did was we knew we couldn't actually do it on our own so we asked Damien, the guy on the right for you. He's a brilliant, brilliant technical concrete form worker and we knew he'd be able to help us so we got on with it and here's Johanna's with Charles who was not long ago nearly deported to Lindela because she's from the DRC but that's what happens in a lot of our countries and we started to plan. We found this beautiful plush padded headboard in Germiston, a neighbouring suburb for 450 rand and we used my old duvet and then all the neighbours started to help and they came with suggestions and they gave us water and they gave us power and I started to blog about the project and people started sending messages from all over the world so the Troval bedtime story was happening on the corner of Besaidenhoutan Folion Street in Jovuk but it was also happening online. There was a community, a neighbourhood and another community of kindred spirits and then things went wrong. The waste mould was in danger of cracking. We got this absolutely charming message just after we had plastered the base from these twerps and we had a little discussion with them. Actually Johanna stood in the morning committed to doing yoga in the Troval Park but it was difficult. We had lots of problems. We had so many problems. We got broken hearts. Things went pear shaped. The waste mould was a problem. One night we were so lonely. We all ate cookies. We had tea. Nobody shouted because it was raining and we were missing the deadline. We worked hard. We started getting weird messages. The bed started to come alive. I started, I couldn't resist it. I took my clothes off and I read a book in it and we started to blog about it and then we had a pajama party to celebrate and we asked the city authorities, please come, please come to our pajama party and after this you must come to the bed. Please come to our pajama party but the city authorities said, sorry you couldn't because he doesn't have pajamas. But the truth is that that would have been appropriate in our neighbourhood. Many people have come. Many people have come at a time. They come and have their pictures taken at the bed. We know all the children. The children know what best to do with a bed on Sunday morning. The project is about romance. It's about innocence. It's about whatever you want it to be about. That's the seam that our housekeeper Martha sewed in my duvet when it was broken. Now it's in concrete. Beautiful people come. They leave messages and the most important dog in the suburb came. That's Papalap. She's a Tibetan singing dog. Again for freedom of expression we covered the bed in black cloth. Speaking of which, back to the bin. It took about four months to make the bed. It took a day. Nobody in the preceding argument bothered to clean the dustbin. What are you driving past? What are you not noticing? At the entrance to the Miyagi Centre we came here doing a Reiki sing where we're going. We found this. I'm taking photographs of it. I hear out of the corner of my ear a voice saying I need a job and I'm thinking yes you know about it. I also need a job. And then I turn and there's this man. Turns out his name is Major. He needs a job. Neighbourhood target practice just took off right here on the corner in Imputi Street. A whole bunch of volunteers have made a beautiful entrance and they're still busy with it with found objects and some plants from our gardens. You see the guy in the middle, the one who's looking like he's not sure. That's Major and he's here and the whole Imputi neighbourhood collective got into this room today. So I say to you guys thank you very, very much.