Maurice and the art escape

Maurice, my conscious dorm mate. He’s skinny, dark, curly short hair, carries a guitar and always wears crazy colour pants. He’s a law student teaching English and hopes to work in San Paolo while studying music. He’s Italian German Brazilian mix, which, ironically, makes him look Indian exotic.

The museum was empty, obviously not the main tourist spot. The place is a little oasis in this crazy town. The staffs turn on the lights and we began the private tour. The house was Victorian with spinning staircases and massive chandeliers. It housed 3 stories of pure local Bolivian artworks in multiple art forms and styles. Oil, portrait, impression, collage, metal, steel, sketch, acrylic. I was surprised.The talents, the insights, the suburban lifestyles, the revolution, the heroes, the dreams. It showed us the different faces of Bolivia and the love Bolivians have for their home.

As we walked out, the noise resumes. We found a corner coffee shop to sit and stare out the window. We observed the pedestrians while the empty café’s staffs were observed us. 

Unfortunately, at the time of this, I was going through a put-away-the-camera phase. No photos.