The aspiring musician collection part of the Kubolor project. Changing labels that was once meant to dismiss us.
He built his own drums because he loved the sound, not because anyone gave him reason to. The kids nicknamed him Terry Bonchaka The grown-ups around us called him Kubolor boy, said it like it was an ending, not a beginning. Dirty hands, homemade drums, playing in the sun with no one teaching him what he was reaching for. Nobody around him could hear what we hear now. With the right guidance, this could have been rhythm studied properly, technique built instead of stumbled into. What was mocked as nothing might have been the start of something none of us were equipped to recognise.
Prints are on sale on greatkins.com/store. Prints sold support a Kubolorrr mentorship and support initiative for creative kids.
The aspiring musician collection part of the Kubolor project. Changing labels that was once meant to dismiss us.
He built his own drums because he loved the sound, not because anyone gave him reason to. The kids nicknamed him Terry Bonchaka The grown-ups around us called him Kubolor boy, said it like it was an ending, not a beginning. Dirty hands, homemade drums, playing in the sun with no one teaching him what he was reaching for. Nobody around him could hear what we hear now. With the right guidance, this could have been rhythm studied properly, technique built instead of stumbled into. What was mocked as nothing might have been the start of something none of us were equipped to recognise.
Prints are on sale on greatkins.com/store. Prints sold support a Kubolorrr mentorship and support initiative for creative kids.
