South African Boy, 2018
One could liken the sunspots on Trevor’s back to that of a map of the stars. I would love to draw a line to connect them and by so doing reveal the variety of pictorial images hiding behind. However, little by little, the complex and delicate sun’s kisses may instead be decoded like wartime passwords. He loves history and tells me from time to time war stories from over the ages and that of their strategies. He also tells me the story of his family and how they may have migrated from the north of the globe to the southernmost point of the African continent since long ago. My imagination has been guided to dwell on his skin. The fact is that immigrants of four or five generations have long forgotten the cold and darkness of the north, yet the gene of the skin still cannot adjust the heat of the African sunshine. The passwords on his back appear to be a unique language that tells a unique story of colonial history.
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