The Savanna Sun: An Origami of many meanings.

I came across these paintings, of African concepts and was greatly fascinated by the color; common with most African paintings.

The yellow Sun is a prominent aspect of this drawing. One that evokes a feel of "Savanna" The paintings are filled with nostalgia, an aching feel of childhood memoirs. The first thing I saw was the reddish blur, consuming the edges of the compositions. Speak of the setting sun, dry patches of hills fading in the distance.

The tall acacia tree stands out in all the paintings in a symbolic stance.

It strikes out majestically as a pillar, a lone survivor of drought and famine that ravages these parts of lands. The symbol of an African soul, an angel of beauty holding a split calabash, oh! nothing can describe such beauty!

The barren hills rest in the background. The bright light shines from the middle of the painting up the hills and then smears up towards the top of the canvas, mixing with the red, creating steeples, of what I think of as an artistic feature used by most painters, who create African concept paintings.

The fading blue in the foreground, I imagine as the few lakes Lakes that have survived the harsh climate.

But, it is also part of the life, flowing through the people. Yellow, orange, and black add to the artistic brilliance!

Photos Courtesy of http://www.exotik-art.com

Happy 2015 guys.

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