I am attached to little shoes. Children’s feet are hopeful, whimsical, and full of energy. I love these slippers. I particularly love the little black one in the center that is entirely handmade.
Kilua makes his art whilst sitting on the sidewalk beside the grocer. While almost every other artist in the area makes one style, Kilua paints on driftwood he finds on the beach, and he paints gorgeous birds and animals in a completely different style. I love Kilua; I love his CONTINUE >
In the small northern city of Arusha, a woman from Holland founded a workshop for disabled artists that thrived for years. Recently it was sold, and has not been as cool a place as the new owners appear to be exploiting the reputation of the place as a legitimate source CONTINUE >
The filthy beach where I collect my perfume bottles is also a great spot to find leftover knobs from the carpenters all over Dar Es Salaam. I started gathering them up years ago. These were all covered in filthy mud, but after lots of baths they are beautiful again.
This pregnant, well-hung guy watches us eat in the dining room. He’s supposed to make me marvelously fertile, but since we do not require his services, he just casts his benevolence over us. We love his really, really huge feet and hands.
The guys that make these are pretty relxed guys. I’m not sure how much pot they smoke, but I really love the expressions on the faces they carve. I have these guys hanging down from the ceiling. Sometimes I look at them and see strange stuff through their mouths.
Kalua is a Dar street artist who sits beside the expat grocery store in an alley and paints on driftwood. The big Tanzanian painting style is tinga-tinga which is a fliud, bright style that usually depicts the local animals. Kalua’s art is not at all similar to his colleagues’. He CONTINUE >
The cool thing about this Maasai sculpture is that it looks like a Maasai warrior and his wife. The women are regal – so tall, so thin, and so strong, with magnificent beads all over their bodies.
The Maasai in Tanzania send some of their warriors into town to sell carvings to give money to their family back home. The warriors are on the beaches carrying little carvings and beaded jewelry. Here in Dar the Maasai guard your vehicle wherever you park, as this is actually quite CONTINUE >
I wanted one of these the instant I saw them keeping watch along the road to the beach. I love his sleepy eyes and his hands stuffed into his trousers. He keeps me company as I work.