Still a child

Kyampisi, Kampala, 29th April’ 19,

“ We tend to forget that this boy of eight or nine, who is at the wheelchair, tied most of the times so that he doesn’t fall, who smells, wets his only place to sit, who is constantly oozing out saliva and chews his own shirt, who is scarred in his entire body and often gets elbows with peeled skin and scooped flesh because of continuous injuries, who makes strange faces while making humming sounds- his only speech apart from the short chuckle he makes when he feels he is loved, who is often covered by a swarm of flies (like right now) is, a child after all. This is the basic.”

Kyampisi, Kampala, 10th May’19,

“What am I doing in these sculptures? By making their forms, I am trying to realize the damage his attackers did to his body, the deformity his body has grown up with given the torture done to him- his morbidity. Matron said the other day- the boy is getting worse. First idea that compelled the making of the sculpture- Muwanguzi’s wounds- the corporeality and the contrast of his wounds. Contrast of the flesh tone, the blood, the mucus with the intense skin tone of his hand that had surrounded his wounds- his torn elbows.”