The highlight of today was visit to a private art gallery. Such a strong and exciting art is all around us with real everyday competition for our attention on the streets to buy carvings, beads or paintings.
The 5 stories worth were picked very well and hung in a kind of geography. Dogon doors depicting real people and stories, masks from everywhere, the Yoruba ones immense and surely too heavy to dance in? Cameroon is on special I'm told by a very beautiful curator who proudly explains in english that her task is the labels which are very consistent and copperplate fine.
We gulp cold drinks in the warm roof top restaurant surrounded by life size carved men and women made in far off desert villages and now living together staring woodenly at the chattering humans that haul them up and down stairs. Outside a two lane highway filled with battered yellow and black tooting taxis, donkeys tiredly plodding between large tire car sleds.
I emerge struck by the constant artistic decoration that goes into everything here. From the architecture to the plates, the clothes and decorated cars, doors windows, wrought iron , furniture it all comes with an individual and imprecise untutored passion.
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