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(Photo by Evgeny Tchebotarev) A year ago, I believed time behaved. I believed it would advance in neat increments, honoring plans, respecting intention. I believed, quietly, embarrassingly, that effort would be met with proportional reward, that patience was a currency, that clarity arrived if one waited long enough. My life looks nothing like the draft I carried twelve months ago. Not because…

Disclaimer: The scenarios, depictions, and questions explored within this text are, at once, hypothetical in construction and profoundly real in consequence as experienced by the subject at its centre. This piece is written in deliberate reverence to the act of dying, neither to sensationalise nor to trivialise it. The psychology of dying is less a single discipline than a corridor of…

Religion, throughout history, has been subjected to unparalleled misrepresentation. It has been imposed upon diverse individuals, yet the power of choice has persistently remained within their grasp. Often portrayed as a path to an effortless and liberated life, the reality reveals a stark contrast. Manipulative individuals, masquerading as devout followers, often fall short of practicing what…

If I had perished last night,Continue your feigned obliviousness,Deny my existence, if you might,Don’t seize the chance for self-pity’s excess. If I depart ere our gazes reconnect,Treat my name as an empty refrain,Fabrications of how my voice did affect,For you’ve gagged me, your power to retain. If my fate ever takes an unforeseen turn,Remain resolute, unyielding in your stance,With eyes…

Dear friend, I’ve heard of your run-ins with life. I’ve heard the hollow echo the sound of your beautifully beating heart makes every time you see a girl you like. 

I see the fear creeping on your face. You worry that you may never truly love again, yet you very well know that, you worry because you love. 

You wonder whether you’ll do enough not to lose your new job, and not regret like…

I have seen glimpses of your heart, together with the glimpses of these little sparks in your eyes when I make you smile. These have been enough for me to know how farther along the way of healing from my past I’ve gone.

I’ve seen the very glimpses of how wholly I have had my heart and soul heal. Just at the taste of your lips, I know I want the whole, but the bits are too true, too good, to want…

The Sound of an Old Drum; African Solidarity

Memory of the never dying sound of the drum that brought the community together to achieve a common work goal rhymes freshly in my mind. Being an African, a Muganda to be exact is the best thing that ever happened to.

In his research paper, Dick Kawooya [University of Tennessee — Knoxville]acknowledged that;

When you hear Gwanga Mugye [drum sounded to warning of trouble/danger] you don‘t put on…

Flashback: The year was 2012, a couple of friends at university came together and organised a thematic night of worship with strict emphasis to soul and Jazz. That soul night would be the night I turned up to the event with a video camera.

Of all the people I met that night was J.C Muyonjo. Very humble, down to earth and extremely talented. He did his own acoustic rendition of Maurice Kirya’s ‘I Will Sing’ and a couple other of his own songs. In this art thing, we can baptise him as a jack of all trades. He is a guitarist, songwriter, ardent music scholar, vocalist and or visual artist.

  Digital Illustration

  A few months ago, on all his social media pages, he put out some of his sketches. He invited people to get in touch with him for a sketch or two at a fairly reasonable price. My interest was piqued, I promised myself that I’d write about the works here. But thanks to procrastination, I had excuses every time.

My wake up call was the day we lost Julie.

As it turns out, J.C already had a pencil sketch of our beautiful angel, which he shared with the world. As an artist (in the eye of my mind, I can draw better than my hands can), I can’t imagine what he must have felt like knowing he was probably the last artist to ‘draw’ her while she still had the light in her eye.

Julie Muffn 

  This blog is mainly to challenge everyone that will read it. Ugandan or not, I’d love to challenge you to look through this list of available options, order for what will satisfy your taste. Please don’t bargain for a lower price, pay more instead. And when my sketch is ready, I’ll share it with you all. yay!

Let’s all get SKETCHED!

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  He does four types of portraits:

Graphite on paper.

Graphite on paper enhanced with digital painting and printed on canvas.

Colour digital painting printed on Canvas.

Traditional painting with acrylics on canvas.

A4 Graphite on paper  is 120k

A3 Graphite on paper is 150

A3 Digital painting stretched on a wooden frame130k

A3 Digital painting framed in glass is 150k 

A2 Graphite on paper is 180k

A2 Digital painting stretched on a wooden frame is 160k

A2 Digital painting framed in glass is 180k

A2 Traditional painting is 500k

A1 Traditional painting is 800k

Notes:

However, if it’s two people in an A2 size work, the price is 180k for it to be stretched on wood. For a glass frame, it becomes 200k.

The graphite drawings enhanced with digital paint prices are covered under digital painting

So the portrait prices are determined by size and style

All prices are in Uganda shillings, prices quoted are exclusive of V.A.T and shipping fees.

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Whatsapp contact; +256706789760, Twitter: @Jc_Muyonjo

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