Angola, for as long as I've ever heard of it has always been a place of war and pestilence, a place where lives truly are nasty, brutish, and short. They have art there?
Why, yes they do. Why wouldn't they? All art is a revolt against man's fate. Just the other day I stumbled into these woods, In the company of wolves, vaguely expecting something Arctic, I think. Instead, what I got was a fascinating trip to one corner of Africa.
Art isn't the only subject of the blog, nor is it exclusively about Angola, but you might enjoy the trip anyway.
Tonight is a two-fer. Mustang Bobby reminds us Why We Need Theatre.