One night I dreamt about my youth in Zambia, on the farm, where I would walk for hours from one African village to another. They were the best times of my life (been in the bush) just been able to walk in the bush and observing nature in it natural form and beauty.
What a way to grow up. That is why I have tried to capture the essence of the village as I remembered them from all those years ago.
oils on pre-stertched, tripple primed canvas