“Mommy i want to go out and play.”The baby lion begged. One chance to play in the rain like his friends was all he wanted.Over and over he asked. If only he could be quiet. Mama lion had a bad day. The hunt was fruitless and the rains had shown no mercy. She couldn’t take the nagging anymore so out of anger she pushed baby lion only to shut him up but what she didn’t know was the sharp edge of a rock waiting on him,It pierced through his heart soo hard that his breath escaped him. Poor mama simba she couldn’t stand the pain of causing her son’s death, so she danced over the cliff into the river at the rhythm of her sorrow to her death.
An artist’s story. How it excites and fascinates you. Take painters for example, how they paint their moments be it joy,sorrow,pain, name them. How they bring out the beauty within and around. Moulding everything into a clear picture. They paint their dream, we see the stories, laugh, cry, sympathize and sometimes we forget to appreciate. we forget that sometimes its not about the painting but also the purpose and the painter. They paint, write, sing,draw,and we listen read and dance to their art like we all understand the mystery of the artistic mind. so I’ll appreciate. kudos.
Thankyou Nairobi art buyers weekend for what you do. Your exhibitions are amazing.
In my young days I praised the master
whose pictures I liked, but as my judgment
matured I praised myself for liking what the
masters had chosen to have me like.
Okakura Kakuzō, The Book of Tea