Raffles is, at 4 years old, a rising star in the world of contemporary art using local soil as his medium of choice. Here, in a nod to the notorious Tracey Emin work, My Bed, he gives his wry commentary on corruption in society in general and specifically the world of the arts.
Note how the pristine and carefully textured cotton, an illusion, if you will, of purity, is scathingly defiled by the sepia of genuine earthiness. Raffles’ animus flies in the face of societal propriety and convention. Here, in a work of great depth and genius, is his take on what is true and genuine and real.
Raffles’ work is surely an exciting prospect. One to watch.