"We die. We die rich with lovers and triumphs,
tastes we have swallowed,
bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers.
Fears we have hidden in"
the english patient
It occured to me that I never put any of my artwork online. This one is called Suleman(like me). A tribute of sorts to my ancestors in the desert. All hand-drawn except the stamp ofcourse.
Let me tell you about WindsThere is a whirlwind from southern Morrocco, the aajej, against which the fellahin defend themselves with knives. And then there is the harmattan, a red wind, which mariners call the sea of darkness. And red sand from this wind has flown as far as the south coast of England, producing showers so dense they were mistaken for blood.
And the the samoun, which a nation thought was so evil that they declared war on it and marched out against it in full battle dress. Their swords raised.
And the the samoun, which a nation thought was so evil that they declared war on it and marched out against it in full battle dress. Their swords raised.
Put on the red light
just so you know- didnt use a filter on this one. we actually did put on the red light
Strange Fruit
"Southern trees bear strange fruit,Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees."
Billie Holiday
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