At the heart of this painting, a faceless figure bends into the act of drumming. Their body is carved out in dark, earthy tones, while red, yellow, and white blaze around them like firelight. The drum is not just an instrument — it is a vessel of memory, carrying the ancestral heartbeat forward.
The facelessness is intentional: it makes the figure an archetype, not one person but all who have ever carried rhythm for their family, community, or lineage. Each strike of the drum becomes both an offering and a summons — calling the past into the present, and the present into continuity.
In this vision, the drum becomes the family itself: hollowed to hold space, stretched to carry tension, resonant enough to carry every hand that has ever struck its skin.
At the heart of this painting, a faceless figure bends into the act of drumming. Their body is carved out in dark, earthy tones, while red, yellow, and white blaze around them like firelight. The drum is not just an instrument — it is a vessel of memory, carrying the ancestral heartbeat forward.
The facelessness is intentional: it makes the figure an archetype, not one person but all who have ever carried rhythm for their family, community, or lineage. Each strike of the drum becomes both an offering and a summons — calling the past into the present, and the present into continuity.
In this vision, the drum becomes the family itself: hollowed to hold space, stretched to carry tension, resonant enough to carry every hand that has ever struck its skin.
10 cm x 10 cm
Oil Paintin
