Home From the Fields, 20 1/2 by 24 1/2 inches, framed, oil on linen.
Everything about this boy is a paradox. He has been working hard clearing fields, and is headed home under a heavy burden of the ubiquitous Ugandan hoes. He is barefoot (take my word for it) in a place where no one should be barefoot. He is dangerously thin. His shirt is fashioned out of an old grain bag. He is not in school. The paradox is that he seems to be happy. What does he know that I don't?