More I see The difficulties of of letting people see things the some. Worrying about haw to explain what you created . Will I get the right explaination?Will I remember where what they are asking or get off at the right people. I always seem to have too much to carry… will I leave something behind? And I drop things – where things are. Repeatedly, I What you to see more th..
35 x 25 cm
2022 • virtual
no one leaves mother until she is a sweaty voice in your ear saying you are beautiful, don't run away from me now i dont know what i've become but i don't know that anywhere staying with your mother who can't let her little girl feel not enough she teaches her to be a better future woman , mother don't care when you are crying,she just can't let bad things be coz she knows more,
30 USD
100 x 60 cm
2023 • virtual art
The elephant . is very large And clumsy as a wooden barge, With legs like tree-trunks, yet he’s mild And gentle as a little child. The elephant walks far away And sees strange children in their play, And carries logs and iron bars As easily as motor-cars. The elephant’s a great big beast Not beautiful, but good, at least, Strong as a tree, but withal mild And gentle as a little child.when natural is moving around It . Acrylic on canvas(100/60)
60 USD
60 x 100 cm
2023 • virtual art
Intore, the chosen ones Warriors of the king, Umwami Dancing with pride and courage Jumping high with grace and skill Intore, the dance of heroes Performing with drums and horns Wearing colorful attire and weapons Showing their strength and loyalty Intore, the elite of society Trained in history and wisdom Celebrating victory and glory Preserving culture and identity
100 USD
35 x 25 cm
2002 • virtual art
The day they came, I was hiding in the church with my mother and sister. They had machetes and guns, and they shouted that they would kill all the cockroaches. I heard screams and shots, and I saw blood on the floor. I was terrified, and I clung to my mother's dress. She told me to be quiet, and she covered me with a cloth. She whispered that she loved me, and that God would protect us. She said we were Tutsi, and we had done nothing wrong. She said we had to survive, no matter what. Then they found us. They grabbed my mother and sister, and dragged them outside. I tried to follow them, but my mother pushed me back. She told me to stay hidden, and to never forget her. She told me to be brave, and to grow up strong. I never saw them again.
20 USD
60 x 100 cm
2023 • virtual art
A Rwandan male traditional dancer is a performer of the Intore, a dance of heroes that showcases the strength and courage of the Tutsi warriors. The dancer wears a colorful costume made of animal skins, feathers, and beads. He carries a replica of a spear or a shield, and he moves with agility and grace. He follows the rhythm of the drums and the lulunga, a harp-like instrument. He dances with other men in a group, forming patterns and formations. He expresses his pride and identity as a Rwandan through his dance.
60 USD
100 x 60 cm
2023 • virtual art
Tittle: Inyambo impossible to imagine a Rwanda without cows. Rwandan greetings are a formal affair, an embrace to symbolise esteem and affinity with the other person, followed by good wishes, variously for a long life, children, who are considered a blessing, heaven’s protection, and most commonly, cattle. Cows are an integral part of Rwandan culture, so much so that for many, To understand what culturally cows mean to Rwandans, you look at their relationship with Inyambo. The cows are brushed, pampered, decorated with beads, and serenaded with poetry. They are often given names, to which they respond when they are called. King Mutara III Rudahigwa in front of his cattle They are a national symbol which traditionally were not owned by anyone individual, not even the King. They were of course, the main breed at court, but the king held them in trust. They did not belong to him, any more than Rwanda did. He looked after them, as he looked after the kingdom. His responsibility, but not his possession. They were public property. A story goes that when Kigeri 1V Rwabugiri, 1853-1895 wanted to reward visiting Europeans with Inyambo, his courtiers to remind him, in no uncertain terms, that no, your Majesty, they are not yours to give. They are the pride of Rwanda, and they belong not to you, but to Rwanda. 100/60 (acrylic on canvas)
50 USD
100 x 60 cm
2023 • virtual art
The Other half:She flew back home when she heard her mother was dying. She had not seen her in years, but they still loved each other deeply. They hugged and cried and talked for hours. They took a picture together in front of a painting that her mother had made for her when she was a child. It was a portrait of them hugging, with the words “other half” written on it. They looked at the picture and saw their reflection in the painting. They realized that nothing had changed. They were still the same mother and daughter who loved each other unconditionally. They hugged each other again and whispered “I love 100/60cm , acrylic on canvas
50 USD
100 x 60 cm
2023 • virtual art
Mutara III .Rundahirwa. In March 1911, a son was born to the royal family of Yuhi V Musinga and Radegonde Nyiramavugo Kankazi in Rwesero village of current Nyanza district, Southern province of Rwanda. He came to the world during a very difficult period of time since the accession to power of his father was quickly followed by the arrival of German forces in Rwanda, along with a powerful missionary order, the “Missionnaires d’Afrique” (the “White Fathers”), creating a colonial context that marked Musinga’s reign, and then Belgian rulers. (March 1911[1] – 25 July 1959) was King (umwami) of Rwanda between 1931 and 1959. He was the first Rwandan king to be baptised, and Roman Catholicism took hold in Rwanda during his reign. His Christian names were Charles Léon Pierre, and he is sometimes referred to as Charles Mutara III Rudahigwa. 100/60cm Acrylic on canvas
80 USD
35 x 25 cm
2022 • virtual art
One evening, she decided to try something new. She climbed up a hill and faced the setting sun. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting the water flow freely. She felt a warm breeze on her face and heard birds singing. She smiled and imagined that she was singing with them, that her water was her voice
30 USD
30 x 30 cm
2022 • virtual
Your hair is wild, your shirt is striped But your identity is hidden, wiped Are you hiding from the world or yourself? Do you fear judgment or something else? Do you long for clarity or mystery? Do you seek freedom or security? Who are you behind the blur? A human being, a soul that stirs You have a story, a voice, a name You are not a sketch, you are not the same
30 USD