This painting comes equally from a friend’s photograph and memories of tall dark Masai figures emerging from the light powdery dust of the Rift Valley. I attended high school on the escarpment of the valley and my classmates and I would sometimes go down into it to camp on weekends. We would often see the Masai herding their cattle among the acacia trees or walking in the wide-open spaces, a flash of red against the khaki landscape.
