The broken street blocks catch the edge of my dirty flip flop as I edge my way past the iron sheets that have been blocking the corner for some years. Traffic whizzes by as I scurry to get out of the way. Just beyond those corrugated sheets, hiding who knows what, is the Jinja Art Studio. The first time I visited this city, I admired the work of the artist and then as I came to stay, learned that my accommodations would often be in his guest house. The house is filled with his art but the working studio really represents his love of this trade.
