market places in Morroco are very colorful places, especially
in the vegetable stalls. Piles and pyramids of greenery, olives
of many different kinds and colours, bell peppers, cauliflowers,
and so on. Really, a delightful symphony of colours and forms.
Often you can see a sheeps' head vendor; usually heads are piled
up in pyramid shape, quite an unusual site and a disquieting
I took a night bus from Casablanca to Tangiers, in order to
catch a ferry boat to Spain in the morning. When the bus left
Casablanca, it was very very full with a most colourful crowd
of local people dressed in jalabas, tunics with heavy shawls,
and women only showing their eyes, with all their luggage and
all kinds of baskets full of produce and fowl; noisy crowd which
very quickly fell to silence. They have a great capacity to
fall asleep suddenly.
the bus would stop at a roadside coffee shack, so passengers
could stretch their legs and have some coffee or tea. At one
stop, in the middle of the night, again passengers were jumping
out of the bus, and myself in a half-sleep state, stepped down,
and I saw a vision of very impressive proportions. A green,
old and shakey table, its legs in a pool of blood, and a pyramid
of sheeps' heads piled up on top of it...bulging eyes sticking
out, big shinny, healthy teeth smiling at me, eternal smiles.
man in a long jalaba stood behind the table, hoping to sell
some of those heads at 3am in the morning. It was like a scene
from a horror movie, a little shack right behind him where I
went to get very sweet coffee in a sticky glass, and all lit
by one electric bulb.
years I was carrying this image with very apprehensive feelings.
Finally I decided to paint it. This image always triggers very
macabre, ominous feelings...and the rest is up to the interpretations
of the beholder.