The Boxer (of Panama City) - oil on board, by m.l.holton
As for the genesis of this painting, it's a good story. A very blonde Dutch friend and I were traveling around Central America when we landed in Panama City. We decided to walk around the waterfront and, quite literally, fell into a local 'boxing club'. Loud, smelly, very male, oozing testosterone and 100% black, we had a rather curious 'aha' moment about 'skin colour' and, tangentially, racism ...
In a perfect world, skin colour shouldn't 'matter' at all.
But it does. Black, White, Red, Yellow or a mix: we are who we are.