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Milano
Fleeting memories:
Staring up at the tall
candy-coloured buildings; admiring the sense of unity; indulging in local cuisine
; the breath-taking, elaborate artworks...
Seeing works of great masters was really inspirational. It made me
reflect on how I use my time and how I make art. I’m definitely not doing
enough artwork, not pushing myself
The Italian people immediately assumed that I was an Italian speaking
Senegalese which I thought was hilarious, but understandable. Senegalese men
have a presence in Milan; they are like coal statues and are always selling
some type of commodity on the streets. My favourite was the ‘Waka%Waka’, a thin
rainbow coloured thread which is worn on the wrist. These threads were used to
allure me and then I was asked if I wanted to go on a date!
All in all, Milano taught me to make the most of myself, on a daily
basis, particularly the way in which I dress especially as I am getting on in
years.
To be continued...
