This blog seems to be gathering dust much of the time, and I’m very sorry for that. The main problem is that I simply haven’t had much to say, and a lack of things to say leads to posts musing over what I had for breakfast. Those sorts of posts (though I often succumb to them) are rather dull to read, so I just don’t write.
At the moment I’m spending most of my days sitting in a room in Jinja writing statements for two projects I worked on this year, and writing proposals for other things I want to work on, and reading foreign policy gumph about Sudan and Somalia because I realise how poor my knowledge of those countries actually is. I’m busy, but in a way which is not interesting to anybody except me I think.
There are two little bright spots in all of this though. One is the Nowa Huta project (of which more later) which looks like it has a good chance of being exhibited by the city of Krakow during the Euro 2012 football tournament. The other is my campervan, which friends of this blog will recognise as looking like this:
Well, there will be more photographs in the coming days. But not of that bus. Of a shiny new bus, with a perfect face and a sliding door which works and a roof which is no longer caved in. It has taken six months of gentle pushing and finding the time to visit, but finally she’s coming together. And she’s gorgeous.
So my life is very desk-and-computer based at the moment and it’s pretty slow. But yesterday I went somewhere interesting at last. I rang my friend Joel Nsadha, a great photographer from Kampala, to ask where he was. “I’ve got an exhibition opening today- you should come down!” was the answer. So I took a boda boda out to Naguru, one of the leafy suburbs. There, tucked away on Ntinda View Crescent, is the MishMash gallery. Run by Adam and Genevieve, it’s a gallery and garden combined with a family home, and is definitely worth a visit. Check out their website for details of the next exhibition (there’s one main one per month, open for a week, plus other shows).
So I’m going to get on with some more writing, but I hope this post has gone some way to explaining my silences.