The Art

Isn't he a beauty? The colorful menace of a mandrill’s stare.

A guinea fowl’s poise. The patterns of its polka-dotted apparel play out in my mind like a game of chess.

Feared for their valor in battle, effeminate in their grooming. Inspired by the dissonance occasioned by a flock of Samburu Moran's (warriors) passing by, resplendent in their plumage.

Mother and child, the joy of the moment shining bright on them, as is the potentiality of the promise of future.

A friend of mine got married. This is as a result. A play on the Nairobi skyline.

Still moving. Trance into vibrational heaven, guided by the voices of ancient spirits.

This is how the rhythm is going to get you; ancient, vibrant, mystical, uncompromisingly moving.

An ode to my sister, to as she negotiates the labyrinth, on her journey to continued well-being. No beloved, no cry.

An epic project. A team of six. Nine fun but deeply intense months. Full of symbolism, it towers over a Kenyan Hindu community, who graciously commissioned it. A collaboration with Encompass Studios.

An epic project. A team of six. Nine fun but deeply intense months. Full of symbolism, it towers over a Kenyan Hindu community, who graciously commissioned it. A collaboration with Encompass Studios.

A collage of drawings made by young children from Nyumbani Children's Village for orphans. To see their world through their eyes!

Mursik, served in a gourd. Quintessential of the Kalenjin, a community renowned for very athletic exploits. Now as they limber up at dawn…

Sketched by John Clark, translated into mosaic-speak by yours truly, with a livicated team of mosaic first -timers. A collaboration with Encompass Studios.

Slow but…sure? Asked the hopper right before. Sorry. It's over now.

Beauty by another name. The frog at the other end of this yellow-billed stork’s stare might disagree.

How she wears her coat of many colors!

The sun shines a yellow smile upon a fisherman as he glides gently on his boat past a whimsical cabin by the sea.

A fanciful take on a butterfly with multiple eye spots and a generous palette. Now you see me.

A language of no words.

Mother nurture, the nourisher, culture keeper, fountain of unfettered love, the living soil, the whole universe bowing to her presence, the universe herself!

Inspired by the concept of the curious maiden encapsulating both the wisdom of a crone and the latent strength of a mother. his is the crone. One with the elements, plant knowledge, a wisdom portal, present to intergenerational sharing.