Don Gotti Artist.

I use words, pics, music and video art installations.

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Undiscovered Genius, 1983, Jean-Michel Basquiat

Medium: acrylic,charcoal,crayon,pastel,pencil

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Anok Yai by Steven Klein for Vogue Italia, May 2019

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Kudzanai-Violet Hwami (Zimbabwean, b. 1993), Hosanna! Hosanna!, 2018. Oil and acrylic on canvas, 173 x 130 cm

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Writer Binyavanga Wainana on the historic role and reputation of Kenya’s Dedan Kimathi 

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Binya on Dedan

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Betrayal

If you know you are here for a different purpose, not endeavouring to achieve that purpose, is a betrayal to your soul, that purpose and life. Although what does it all mean if life betrays us instead? The greatest tragedy, is if would be king dies a prince……there are no tears; only blood is shed.

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Pain

What is significant is not our pain, but our capacity to endure it, and overcome it. The holes pain creates in our hearts, are just containers for future joys. That certainly is the hope, which is hopefully certain.

#RoySpeaks #DonGottiSilenced. #themennottheartist.

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For the nuances of love,

Are seen with your eyes closed

Ignore the lost clothes,

The pain of lost hopes

Nooses on ropes, chocking on your pretences

Speaking without sentences

Life and death sentences

Life behind bars, you enjoy….

For happiness is just a ploy

Makes courage coy…..

For the sounds of love

Are heard even by the deaf,

Cupid what a delightful chef….

Stews of fate, spiced by destiny…

The moment I saw you,

I had loved you for a thousand years

I saw you and met fear….

I felt you and I spat on fear…

The duality of one….

At the end of eternity

The story just began

The light of a thousand suns

Guides my path to you,

When we momentarily depart from each other

For beyond space,

Our loves goes further….

To your touch I shudder,

Yet your arms haven’t yet felt my skin

Ice in your heart is the fire in my eyes

The truth of my life wouldn’t matter

For I will take anything, even the essence of your lies…..

OH, dear lover…..

by Don Gotti.

#dearlover #nuances #love #notalovepoem. #okayitis

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This is the ink of mischief,

This is the irony of a virtuous name, and a despicable character,

This is Uhuru.

This is living below a dollar a day, but mola nashukuru.

This is the farce that was Mandela’s funeral,

A painful mural, nay a selfie.

This belies belief or logic,

this is the protest disrupting the convenience of your middleclass comforts.

This is our politicians are hyenas,

but I don’t see bees being led by flies.

Well change won’t come until the pigs fly,

well they fly first class.

This is I don’t do mass,

but I am not averse with the atheistic beliefs I profess beyond the clichés.

This the jest of chapter six of our constitution,

The sick joke of what constitutes our nation.

This is I had unprotected sex with a HIV positive woman but I took a cold shower,

This ANC’s spite on Steve Biko, this shame is ours.

This is I get money to fuel my decadent lifestyle, young, wild and free.

You can’t judge me until you smoke Solomon’s tree….

This is Rehoboam but with no split kingdom,

this is the ashes of freedom.

This is spitting on Kimathi’s grave,

this is not the land of the brave.

This the brilliance of Kivuitu’s ECK,

this is the silence of ACK.

These are laughs at Father Kaiser’s plight,

this is embracing our dark light.

I am just trying to get an unpaid internship,

this is not my fight.

This is where victory belongs to Goliath’s might,

Wee tuende tu Westy, things will be alright.

This is naughtier than the white mischief of the valley,

hii si wahengawa kale,

This is my land, dearly beloved.

This is Africa.

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An altar of roses Shimming in a glow of glorious passions With golden thorns, tipped with blood Azure in rich purple Marinating on the left eye side of the painting of the lady in red

By me. Buy me. Bye me. ha.

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Descending from heaven Or Falling into hell.

#Perspective #Melchizedek #i/eye #paths&visions #KingofSalem

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Nigerian artist Joseph Eze’s (b.1979) portrait series deals with the intersection between Nigeria’s politics and the female body. Click the images for the title and date

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Eze!

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Carla Busuttil

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Hmm.