First and foremost, I am not an artistic person.
I don't believe in the whole "Left side/Right side" distinctions for people's standard mental dispositions, but nonetheless, math agrees with me far more often and more soundly than art does.
So when Chris Ewell (esteemed chair of Artsco), ran up to me in an incredibly goofy manner, shoving a crumpled permission slip in my face and sputtering out the words "CometoKibera, muralokay?", and then dashed off with an exit as mysterious as his entrance, I was nonplussed but generally unperturbed. But somehow I ended up in Kibera that Saturday, the 3rd of September, helping to paint a huge mural, with no idea of my purpose on the trip. Over the next three hours though, I learned something fundamental about art. You don't need to be good. You just need to have fun. And once you do, it's meaningful for you, and those around you. So what if my big blue "S" looked more like a severed cat's tail dipped in blueberry sauce? Perhaps instead of being worried about my inadequacy in artistic endeavors, I should be concerned about my strangely violent, discomforting use of similes.
It was hard work. The sun was relentless that day. The stifling smell of paint wouldn't leave my nostrils until 4 hours and 3 showers later. But when I look at that mural we did, I feel so proud. It was beauty, and teamwork, and tons of fun. Who would have known?




