village
Product details
Print: 350gsm sugarcane waste paper / maple white
Frame: Black aluminium frame and acrylic
Printed by Green Prints / Print Tyrant
Framed by East Zone Frame & Art Gallery
✿ sizes indicated are in cm
✿ traditionally drawn with graphite and charcoal on drawing paper
✿ hand signed by yours truly
✿ original sold
*kindly allow slight dimension and colour differences
Product details
Print: 350gsm sugarcane waste paper / maple white
Frame: Black aluminium frame and acrylic
Printed by Green Prints / Print Tyrant
Framed by East Zone Frame & Art Gallery
✿ sizes indicated are in cm
✿ traditionally drawn with graphite and charcoal on drawing paper
✿ hand signed by yours truly
✿ original sold
*kindly allow slight dimension and colour differences
Product details
Print: 350gsm sugarcane waste paper / maple white
Frame: Black aluminium frame and acrylic
Printed by Green Prints / Print Tyrant
Framed by East Zone Frame & Art Gallery
✿ sizes indicated are in cm
✿ traditionally drawn with graphite and charcoal on drawing paper
✿ hand signed by yours truly
✿ original sold
*kindly allow slight dimension and colour differences
About
Village aims to draw similarity to a blooming flower.
The newborn positioned at the heart of the flower-like form, embraced, supported and sheltered by hands of the living and dead.
Pondering over the African proverb: “It takes a village to raise a child,” Village relooks into the idea of what “a village” means. Today, perhaps it is accurate to say: “It takes all of humanity to raise a child.”
When our ancestors live on through their passed down superstitions and inventions, while the living share our absurdities and genius across the world at our fingertips, a child is an involuntary recipient of humanity’s successes and blunders.
Knowing so puts weight on our shoulders hence, perhaps we need to try a little harder in striving for a future we know we will not be a part of.
Village is a gentle reminder that the seeds we sow and the paths we pave may only bear fruits of labour when we no longer physically exist. Not getting to taste the fruits of our labour doesn’t mean we try less, for how we live today is how we love the ones who come after us.