Last year while I was living in Madagascar, a group of friends came to visit. I deserted them soon after they arrived, leaving them to travel to île St. Marie while I went to Nepal.
A while after I returned to the island, one of them wrote to ask if I would go and buy a carving of a nude for her, that they had seen in an art gallery downtown.
“Sure,” I said, “what more could a guy want than going in search of a nude?”
I knew the gallery, but “which one did you want specifically?” I asked.
She sent me a picture.
Off I went on my trusty little yellow scooter. With such a perfect image with which to work, I found her in no time.
Of course, while I was there, I toured the entire gallery. I love creativity. And love how the artists were able to work with the natural grains and shapes of the wood – especially the driftwood. I bought one of the carvings for another friend back in South Africa, and a small one for myself.
And then there was the large company of carvings in a shower cubicle – unfortunately all too heavy to take anywhere with me.