He then reminds me of his next solo show at Jack Bell Gallery. I visualise the same large outlines of women’s heads and hairstyles structuring Douala’s urban landscape. Or is it the other way around? I stopped looking the day I realised I was no longer able to see beyond the picturesque. The aesthetic of it I got: the large format, the expressionist colours, the thick grid framing the urban. The message I understood. For, if we never lingered on his art, it is in his company that I first reconnected with Douala five years ago. A street-savvy urbanite, Boris is arguably one of the best ambassadors of Douala underground. And it is this marginal world that is depicted in his art.