Just finished reading this biography of Gerard Sekoto, a locally famous but internationally probably fairly obscure artist - except maybe in France, where he spent most of his life in exile. A rather sad tale - born in 1913, he lived the first part of his life under increasingly oppressive conditions of racial segregation and discrimination. Despite many obstacles, he achieved considerable success, but in 1947 went to Paris, partly simply because the then world capital of art drew him, but also partly to get away from conditions here.
He never set foot in South Africa again, vowing that he would never return until the country was a democracy. This eventually happened in 1994 - a year after his death. After a few years of desperate struggle in France, he started to enjoy considerable success there, but if you ask me, his work never again reached the heights it did in South Africa, and one gets the impression that he was never really happy there either.
As the years wore on he became increasingly irascible and alcoholic, eventually dying in an old age home for artists.
Trivia: Sekoto had a relationship, stretching over 30 years, with one Marthe Baillon, who in turn served for a while as muse for poet Rainer Maria Rilke, long before Sekoto knew her. He lived as her tenant and partner until her death in the 1980s, and it was at that point that his life started to spiral out of control.