I am dead, the bullet hit my forehead. Everything went dark, I can't see anything anymore but I hear voices...I hear screams I hear the crying of a mother who is waiting to hold her child again I hear the anger of a father who has kept his back straight to see his child at home again I hear the cries of hatred I hear the cry of fear I hear the sound of women's fisted hands I hear the voices of men among non-men I hear the sound of imprisoned breaths, the sound of hands tied together and the sound of braided hair together The sound of my hair, soaked in the blood of freedom, dances under the feet of the soldiers of my land and is released freely in the air... I hear the sound of freedom ..

This is a watercolor painting on winsor & newton paper size 76 x 56 cm