The Art

A team of seven. Nine fun yet deeply intense months. Full of symbolism, this three-story mural towers over a Kenyan Hindu community, who graciously commissioned it. A collaboration with Encompass Studios.

A team of seven. Nine fun yet deeply intense months. Full of symbolism, this three-story mural towers over a Kenyan Hindu community, who graciously commissioned it. A collaboration with Encompass Studios.

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

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

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

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

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

Mursik milk drink served in a gourd. Quintessential of the Kalenjin, a community renowned for their athletic exploits. As they limber up at dawn.

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

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

Slow but sure? Retorted the hopper before... Sorry. It's over.

Working with your backside being constantly brushed by cars at a busy roundabout is just another level.

Love. Abundance. Family. Peace. A private commission.

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

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

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

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

Beauty is the beast. The colorful menace of a mandrill’s stare.

Mother and child, the joy of the moment shining bright on them. Potentiality of the promise.

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

How she wears her coat of colors!

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

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

A language of no words.

An ode to my sister as she negotiates the labyrinth, on her journey to continued well-being.

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

Queen amongst butterflies. A less than obvious bet for predators staring straight into the stare back.

A very specific commission, this piece offered the client an advance glimpse of what the landscaping might look like, once his house was completed.