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Golden Mud

By

Leonor (through Somebody’s Daughter art programs in DPFC and Tarrengower prison)

Acrylic, Pastel on Black Paper 2024

This painting was inspired by a photo that I found in the National Geographic of January 2011 taken by Robin Hammond. It’s a gold miner in the border province of Manica. The area draws lots of workers from neighbouring Zimbabwe, who pan for traces of precious metal in Turbin water. I just love how at peace and happy he looks. It’s just incredible that mud can be so beautiful. I really enjoyed working on this painting.

This painting was inspired by a photo that I found in the National Geographic of January 2011 taken by Robin Hammond. It’s a gold miner in the border province of Manica. The area draws lots of workers from neighbouring Zimbabwe, who pan for traces of precious metal in Turbin water. I just love how at peace and happy he looks. It’s just incredible that mud can be so beautiful. I really enjoyed working on this painting.

This
piece
was originally printed in the
June 2025
edition of About Time.

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