I can only find small pictures of Bruce Niyonkuru’s work online. But since he was only born in 1992, I’m sure this prodigy will have a big, HD future. Meanwhile, I am very taken with all his work, especially the figurative painting. The raw, unflinching image of a hospital, is the density, ugliness and transcendence of human experience at its most potent. The hospital beds become coffins, IV cords become arteries, or even guts, that spill out from the patients, and yet it’s all so warm and real, and the naked breast, propped for feeding, triumphs over misery and death.