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Working along side la falaise dreams come true

Vernissage ce soir au Comptoir 1909, Grand-Bassam.

🎥 @le_jacobin_noir

“L'art d'aimer”, une exposition imaginée par la curatrice @LaurenceChauvin-Buthaud en coproduction avec la @galeriestuder.

Working along side la falaise dreams come true

Vernissage ce soir au Comptoir 1909, Grand-Bassam.

🎥 @le_jacobin_noir

“L'art d'aimer”, une exposition imaginée par la curatrice @LaurenceChauvin-Buthaud en coproduction avec la @galeriestuder.

Working along side la falaise dreams come true

Vernissage ce soir au Comptoir 1909, Grand-Bassam.

🎥 @le_jacobin_noir

“L'art d'aimer”, une exposition imaginée par la curatrice @LaurenceChauvin-Buthaud en coproduction avec la @galeriestuder.

Working along side la falaise dreams come true

Vernissage ce soir au Comptoir 1909, Grand-Bassam.

🎥 @le_jacobin_noir

“L'art d'aimer”, une exposition imaginée par la curatrice @LaurenceChauvin-Buthaud en coproduction avec la @galeriestuder.

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Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching
i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw

Finally got the paints out and did a quick one hour portrait of @lafalaisedionn in @tobionabolu’s garden before sunset my heart is full!!

Finally got the paints out and did a quick one hour portrait of @lafalaisedionn in @tobionabolu’s garden before sunset my heart is full!!

Finally got the paints out and did a quick one hour portrait of @lafalaisedionn in @tobionabolu’s garden before sunset my heart is full!!

Finally got the paints out and did a quick one hour portrait of @lafalaisedionn in @tobionabolu’s garden before sunset my heart is full!!

Finally got the paints out and did a quick one hour portrait of @lafalaisedionn in @tobionabolu’s garden before sunset my heart is full!!

Finally got the paints out and did a quick one hour portrait of @lafalaisedionn in @tobionabolu’s garden before sunset my heart is full!!

Finally got the paints out and did a quick one hour portrait of @lafalaisedionn in @tobionabolu’s garden before sunset my heart is full!!

Finally got the paints out and did a quick one hour portrait of @lafalaisedionn in @tobionabolu’s garden before sunset my heart is full!!

Finally got the paints out and did a quick one hour portrait of @lafalaisedionn in @tobionabolu’s garden before sunset my heart is full!!

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blonde witch

blonde witch

blonde witch

R u coming to my art show tomorrow?

My first solo exhibition! Opening reception 15:00-19:00, Hengshan Road 41, Shanghai

R u coming to my art show tomorrow?

My first solo exhibition! Opening reception 15:00-19:00, Hengshan Road 41, Shanghai

R u coming to my art show tomorrow?

My first solo exhibition! Opening reception 15:00-19:00, Hengshan Road 41, Shanghai

R u coming to my art show tomorrow?

My first solo exhibition! Opening reception 15:00-19:00, Hengshan Road 41, Shanghai

R u coming to my art show tomorrow?

My first solo exhibition! Opening reception 15:00-19:00, Hengshan Road 41, Shanghai

R u coming to my art show tomorrow?

My first solo exhibition! Opening reception 15:00-19:00, Hengshan Road 41, Shanghai

R u coming to my art show tomorrow?

My first solo exhibition! Opening reception 15:00-19:00, Hengshan Road 41, Shanghai

R u coming to my art show tomorrow?

My first solo exhibition! Opening reception 15:00-19:00, Hengshan Road 41, Shanghai

R u coming to my art show tomorrow?

My first solo exhibition! Opening reception 15:00-19:00, Hengshan Road 41, Shanghai

R u coming to my art show tomorrow?

My first solo exhibition! Opening reception 15:00-19:00, Hengshan Road 41, Shanghai

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house

This Sunday!

Hamborg Academy of Art present HARMONY & FORM, a faculty exhibition.

Come celebrate the opening of our new studio and admire the exquisite drawings, paintings, and sculptures by our talented faculty here at Hamborg Academy of Art. Art will be available for purchase.

Sunday, July 28th, 2024
4-8pm

Location:
New Hamborg Academy of Art Studio
8610 Hamilton Ave
Huntington Beach, CA92646

Faculty members represented in the exhibition include: Chapman Hamborg @chapmanhamborg
Emma Garay @emmagarayart
Sofia Ketterer @sofiagwendonlyn
Savannah Cuff @art.savannahtatecuff
Moses Hamborg @moseshamborg
Kenna Chism @kenna.chism

Featured painting by @moseshamborg

Borom Géej (beach boss/whale) Ibrahim sama xarit

& a cameo by senghor 🐕

Borom Géej (beach boss/whale) Ibrahim sama xarit

& a cameo by senghor 🐕

Borom Géej (beach boss/whale) Ibrahim sama xarit

& a cameo by senghor 🐕

Borom Géej (beach boss/whale) Ibrahim sama xarit

& a cameo by senghor 🐕

Borom Géej (beach boss/whale) Ibrahim sama xarit

& a cameo by senghor 🐕

Borom Géej (beach boss/whale) Ibrahim sama xarit

& a cameo by senghor 🐕

Borom Géej (beach boss/whale) Ibrahim sama xarit

& a cameo by senghor 🐕

Borom Géej (beach boss/whale) Ibrahim sama xarit

& a cameo by senghor 🐕

Borom Géej (beach boss/whale) Ibrahim sama xarit

& a cameo by senghor 🐕

Borom Géej (beach boss/whale) Ibrahim sama xarit

& a cameo by senghor 🐕

Pape Alaye visiting

Last week of the show! Final day June 16th

Pape Alaye visiting

Last week of the show! Final day June 16th

Pape Alaye visiting

Last week of the show! Final day June 16th

Pape Alaye visiting

Last week of the show! Final day June 16th

Pape Alaye visiting

Last week of the show! Final day June 16th

Pape Alaye visiting

Last week of the show! Final day June 16th

Pape Alaye visiting

Last week of the show! Final day June 16th

Pape Alaye visiting

Last week of the show! Final day June 16th

Pape Alaye visiting

Last week of the show! Final day June 16th

Some photos of the discussion on the Legacy of Portraiture in West Africa last week. Feeling honored to be in the company of such brilliant artists.

Photo Credit @bayo_fall

Some photos of the discussion on the Legacy of Portraiture in West Africa last week. Feeling honored to be in the company of such brilliant artists.

Photo Credit @bayo_fall

Some photos of the discussion on the Legacy of Portraiture in West Africa last week. Feeling honored to be in the company of such brilliant artists.

Photo Credit @bayo_fall

Some photos of the discussion on the Legacy of Portraiture in West Africa last week. Feeling honored to be in the company of such brilliant artists.

Photo Credit @bayo_fall

Some photos of the discussion on the Legacy of Portraiture in West Africa last week. Feeling honored to be in the company of such brilliant artists.

Photo Credit @bayo_fall

Some photos of the discussion on the Legacy of Portraiture in West Africa last week. Feeling honored to be in the company of such brilliant artists.

Photo Credit @bayo_fall

Some photos of the discussion on the Legacy of Portraiture in West Africa last week. Feeling honored to be in the company of such brilliant artists.

Photo Credit @bayo_fall

Some photos of the discussion on the Legacy of Portraiture in West Africa last week. Feeling honored to be in the company of such brilliant artists.

Photo Credit @bayo_fall

Some photos of the discussion on the Legacy of Portraiture in West Africa last week. Feeling honored to be in the company of such brilliant artists.

Photo Credit @bayo_fall

Some photos of the discussion on the Legacy of Portraiture in West Africa last week. Feeling honored to be in the company of such brilliant artists.

Photo Credit @bayo_fall