Now the paint lay peeling marred by crude drawings and writing and clothed in the foul smell of defecation. This stench seemed far more inappropriate in a room housing parallel rows of benches; at one time this room may have been a chapel.
On the wall a bronze mask, lit from behind, emitted a fiery smile illuminating the guitar lying on the coffee table.
Today, June 3rd the MICA group was scheduled to set up an art exhibition in Sao Tomeâ€™s capital at the CACAU space. I woke up early at six and quickly fashioned an artistâ€™s statement, business cards, and an exhibition poster before waking my peers to