Kinshasa, 2003.--In this series of clips, the color sculpture takes on its final volume. Dogs, roasters, birds, Willy's humming and whistling along a song by his also talented brother BARLY BARUTI playing on the stereo in the background--it seemed as the whole nature was bustling in unison with the creation materializing on canvas. And I sat there in awe, restraining as much as I could a bad fit of cough that was dogging me all that summer in Kinshasa... Oh!, I almost forgot: cold crisp Primus beer was omnipresent... (Language: Lingala)
Nice! I like it!
malfini1 1 year ago