Gold has many forms, good or bad it tells a story. This painting shows how it decimated a continent, yet at its root, the colour gold was the desert, that gave birth to the king.
Every race on earth has an eye on the creator. Try and guess the story of the king, and of those who fought to preserve his legacy.
When I lived in Sofia, Bulgaria, I used to walk by this church daily on my way to work. It never failed to move me.
“God, help us” - we constantly seek his help, blessing and approval.
Last meal or bring us together in hope and faith.
If we all came from Africa, couldn’t some of our history be written in the many colours that came from this great continent?