Omar Sling
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From waste to Curaçaoan art

A musical instrument appeared to me when words could not speak. Her body was steady like a pyramid and her soul formed by four chords. She said to me; I will develop your culture, change your sorrow into dance. Bring unity strength and harmony. Teach my children and they will never forget“~Omar Sling!… Continue reading

Am I a Curapolitan?

As I mentioned in my Initial Reflections, I got very much interested in Post Colonialism during the first weeks of my master. Expecting the lecture on this subject to be dry and boring, my eyes opened in amazement as I listened, to then doze off in thoughts of The Netherlands, Curaçao and Bonaire (see … Continue reading