Plethora of paint

There’s a last lingering look at the amazing murals of Orgosolo now before we head onwards. I love the combination of faded pastel portraits of people with the flaking, peeling paint of old doors and metal work. Below Mahatma Gandhi ministers to the poor and dwells on the plight of the impoverished. This colourful houseContinue reading “Plethora of paint”

Ogling Orgosolo

Moving away from beaches for a while we’re heading to the isolated town of Orgosolo. Hidden in the midst of 1,000-metre-high mountains, surrounded by wild pine forests and a byword for lawlessness and kidnappers, Orgosolo is also an open air art gallery thanks to hundreds of murals that cover every wall, house and shop. PaintingsContinue reading “Ogling Orgosolo”