This story began long before I was born, it started with a promise. My Grandma was sick with hernia, it became so bad and when she knew she was going to die, she promised my mum that she was going to come back to her as a man . Many years later I was born , with a hernia at the same spot my grandma had it before she died. Stories of reincarnations are common where I come from, but when my mum told me this story it gave me some chills and left me with questions..
What is the nature of the soul? Who are we within our mortal shell? If reincarnation is true, then how old is the soul? , does the soul identify with gender?? Where does the memories of past life go, how do we remember? This painting portrays man as in a search for himself in time, we were born without experience, we were born to learn , to discover, to become, to find out for ourselves, and we were given a mind to think, a will to choose, the soul of man is not bound to race, gender or language... Made with oil paints