I've heard a lot of stories about drugs and Africans. Ask anyone who has grown dope in Africa and the story is the same: some desperate guy being caught red-handed helping himself to someone else's dope crop in the middle of the night. It's all there: African. Drugs. Busted.
Another scene from Bangalore, but could be anywhere in India. A fat, angry bureaucrat, barging his way through traffic on his grey 30 year old scooter. This one, caught in my headlights. A road ogre, appearing from the darkness.
Kuwait 1991 - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90 cm
A retreating Iraqi soldier, with AK-47 and grenades, in the Kuwait desert, admiring the oil well fires he has just ignited, at the end of the first Gulf War. If you look closely under his right boot, he about to trip a land-mine. Some might say it serves him right.
No comments:
Post a Comment