Another painting of evil gingerbread men. This is the Indonesian heroin dealer and the Moroccan nightclub owner, bumping into each other. They co-exist in a "your last shipment was cut" or "you got the money you owe me?" kind of way. Hence, pulling a gun on each other is a standard practice in the murky, international muslim underworld.
The regular propane truck driver is sick with dengue fever. So he sends for his wife's young cousin from Kerala to make the rounds. Despite driving the rig well, smoking a spliff while transferring propane from tank to tank is one way to end a very short career in the indian trucking industry.
The Queue - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm
Indians have a different - some would say total lack of - sense of personal space. As for queuing in an orderly fashion, forget it. The person behind the counter doesn't care. So it's push and shove your way to the front with everyone else like some desperate peasant fighting for free milk. This is the queue for medical blood test results at Manipal Hospital in Bangalore.
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