My Collection. Things that I value

I go to some places where they either expose Art to see how much of African Art is still available in Europe. After that I go to a charity shop to see whether there is African Art left by the ex colonisers or travellers. Sometimes I go to a shop, for example an NGO based shop and see how much they sell African art for. I also go to museums to see the stolen art.

I have been doing this for years especially before I had kids. My friends used to find me weird but I realised we all see things differently. An eye of an artist is different from an ordinary eye. Sometimes you see things that noone else sees yet until you explain or describe the feeling behind.
So today I bought myself this woman, probably a grandma who is on her way to hunt or to her piece of land. She is also holding a spear, the short version. I hope someone knows where this art comes from in Africa. I love her in my home. I feel like I am not alone and she reminds me of the sister of my mom who is now above 100 and still alive. She lived an organic lifestyle before she was dependant.
She is the one who didn’t want to visit much to Harare where we lived, and when she came, she carried a small bag with her own food because she didn’t want to eat anything processed. I have fabric with that pattern on that little vas and the vas is made in Africa too.
I had not yet come across Africans who collect African Art. All I saw was decorated Art in homes of rich Europeans who invite me to teach about Mbereko.

Published by Humansbonded

Muchaheta was now living in the Netherlands, far away from home and her extended family. Perhaps it was the distance or the time away from her roots that led her down a path to reconciling her traditionally African approach to child rearing with the new modern European scientifically tested advice she was consistently receiving. In doing so she began to craft out a unique path for herself and her growing family.

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