Whoosh – I have just finished my document from a workshop I have been running for a client here in Nairobi. Yesterday Kenyans went to the polls in a referendum to decide on whether to change their constitution or not. I spent much time documenting workshop stuff but managed to slip out in the afternoon to a central park. The locals were lounging around in the sun and the shade, and I sat in the sun and painted this watercolour. As I painted a bunch of teenagers came zooting past on the path, on roller-blades – very cute to hear the laughter.
I was not feeling so good and wandered back to the hotel. On the way I sat at a bus-stop to paint a beautiful building I had seen on the way. it seemed really old. While I was working I kept my head down and nobody stopped to chat. Until I heard a joyful voice. “Hello Tourist – so you are an artist?” I looked up and smiled and he sat next to me and looked at my work. “Oh” he says “this is very beautiful”. I asked him what is was and he told me it was a very special building. Someone else told me it was where Kenyans were tortured in past. Internet tells me it was where Kenyans had to register. It sounded quite sad. Here is what I did:
I was half way down – the painting when I guy on crutches came clicking up and told me he was also an artist. He looked a bit wild so I tried to keep going. Then he told me he could fly an helicopter so I tried to get done. The Citi Hoppa busses stood in the way and my head was swimming so I packed up and left the helicopter pilot haranguing a bus conductor and went down to the Stanley Hotel.
And now I need to pack my stuff ready to head out – eek – I have to be up in two hours…