Visiting NIROX was the last day of my five month overseas trip. I’d travelled to discover more of myself and hoped to wrap up the disparate parts of my life in some sort of neat bow. Of course that is not possible but this exhibition themed – ‘Not a Single Story’ – was a perfect ending (or was it just the beginning?!) of my travels inside and out.
I learned 8 things this about Art that day:
Just a pile of stones pfft …
She’s constantly in training though she cannot see the finishing line and has no idea when THE final race will be.
The scenery is picturesque – a wriggling green blanket of grass as if covering a giggle of children. Continue reading “Bursting Cloud 9”
Catching planes and trains is something I’ve done since birth so you’d think at my half a century I’d be well used to it but …
I’m self-conscious in my red shoes with a dog bite chunk out of the right heel
Daylight drips through the gaps forming puddles on the cobbled paving.
Today we curve our way back down the slope to Marrakech. We’ll watch the village of Asni diminish in size until it looks like randomly perched LEGO blocks in various shades of terracotta. Continue reading “Dental Volunteering in Morocco – 2”
Two small windows and 3 bare bulbs, hanging on twisted cords, light the surgery (one of the bulbs is broken).
I was steaming along sorting the images from my locomotive trip in South Africa when I came across this one. Normally it would have been tossed and deleted with the ‘puff’ of my MacBook trash bin. Why? Continue reading “Encouragement”