Zanzibar Rags

The first year of life away from loved ones, the city, and old habits. I had nothing but myself and us. I didn’t even have a canvas, but I had newspapers, sand, and fabric. That whole year was just like that, strange and patchwork-like. A year of trials, changes, and opportunities. Struggles, anger, and rejection. Opportunities that were taken advantage of. I didn’t yet know that I was embarking on a new path. I simply acted. All the works I created were on the island. It’s a pity.