TINT OF MY SPIRIT, MEASURE OF MY HEART
Black is what your eye can see;
As black as black can ever be.
But who can tell me the tint
Of the feelings of my spirit?
My penury is what arrests your attention;
Being so evident and needing no mention.
But do you know the measure of my heart
Wherein lies a wealth of a different sort?
Kap-Kirwok’s collection pulsates with various images which draw from the land, the air, the sea. It reverberates with moods of love, of longing, of need. It encapsulates the very essence of life, whether set in his native land, or in the desserts of Dubai, or the concrete walkways of New York. And is a joyous affirmation of the beauty of being alive.