The world doesn’t make sense so why should I paint pictures that do: Pablo Picasso
The procession of silhouetted black figures moves slowly from one end of the boulevard to the other. The figures carry loads ranging from every day belongings like suitcases and plants to emaciated figures on IV drips and body bags (representative of the Ebola crisis in Africa I later learn) dancing in rhythm to a 15-minute soulful musical tract across eight gigantic screens in a dark room. As the silhouettes exit the last screen, several people in the audience try to stop them. That’s how real