NALA at the Border (painted by Nonhlanhla Mathe, Bulawayo / Zimbabwe )
Today I arrived at the border to Zambia.
Outside zebras walked across the zebra crossing, hihihi … how funny!
The customs official couldn’t see me when I was standing at the counter, until someone brought me a footstool to step on.
When he saw me he was astonished and asked me a thousand questions….
Where are your parents? How did you get here?
I told him my story, from my bicycle tour beyond the mountains. He marveled at my story with big eyes and open mouth … and eventually stamped my passport.
And on I go, see you later!
NALA and the big Bus ( painted by André Pilz in Lilongwe / Malawi ) for Zimbabwe
I am almost at the border to Zambia and can see one of these over-loaded, old, scruffy, sooty busses again, that speed down the road.
Oh how it smokes and stinks, puuuhh.
Can you see what it is carrying on top? Beds, cupboards, chicken in cages, many colourful boxes,
a fridge, suitcases and bags, two bicycles, bags with charcoal and maize flour, damages tires, bales of straw, tables, chairs, a ladder, mattresses and so on
Usually one guy sits on top of that all and sleeps.
But look ... something fell off the bus ... a teddy bear?
No, it's not a teddy bear, it's a little Punch.... and it's for me!
NALA is happy ...
NALA and the Hippo ( painted by André Pilz in Lilongwe / Malawi ( for Kariba / Zimbabwe )
hush …. please whisper ...
I finally arrived in Kariba.
On the way I met very nice people again who spoiled me deliciously and thus I somehow got stuck for a little while. At Liz’ and Lodie’s I got to eat juicy steaks and drink lots of fresh cow milk
… I love milk!
Anyway … many hippos live here at Kariba Lake … hippos like the big thing you can see here right behind me. This big lump relaxes in the water most of the time, but I have seen it already with its mouth wide open.
It’s big teeth scare me, but luckily I am not a vegetarian and that’s why I am probably not very tasty for it… uhh
I will stop here for a few days and then go on cycling towards the border to Zambia.
Greetings from Kariba,
NALA in the Souvenir Shop ( Pencil drawing by Tafadzwa Mitchell Gatsi, Windhoek / Namibia )
I'm on my way to Kariba, where the lake is and many big Hippos live. On my way there I stopped a few times to have a look at all the souvenirs that are being sold by the road side. There are beautiful stone carvings and pottery which I would all love to buy, but unfortunately the stuff is too big and too heavy.
What a pity, but maybe next time…
I will write again from Kariba.
NALA in the Maizefield ( painted by Zandile Masuku, Bulawayo / Zimbabwe )
I am on the road again, back in nature. Harare was interesting, but way too much traffic and too many people.
Now I am cycling north to Lake Kariba and later crossing the border to far away Zambia.
Actually, the soil here is brown and dry, but in the rainy season it turns into a green carpet full of juicy grasses and many colourful flowers. Oh… how wonderful it smells.
Along the roadside you can buy fresh worms and busy people are tilling their fields with cows.
Corn crows everywhere and in the villages, which consist of round mud huts, one can buy grilled corn on the cob.
Hmm ... that’s delicious!
And if such a corn cob falls down, the kernels fly through the air like popcorn.
I enjoy the freedom, the silence and the fresh air.
NALA and the Jukebox ( painted by Brian Kumira, Bulawayo / Zimbabwe )
I am still in Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe.
Yesterday I met some of my friends before I go on travelling to the north. I dressed up nicely with my new white dress which I had bought recently.
A Jacaranda flower which I had picked from a tree was decorating my hair.
There was a jukebox in the bar where we met but without any songs from Sade. That made me so sad and I changed this immediately.
Now I can go on cycling. You will hear from me again on the way.
An old grandma gave me the ball as a present while I was waiting for my friends, but what am I supposed to do with it?
NALA out of Stone (made by Richard Mteki, Harare / Zimbabwe )
I had to stand very, very still again while the sculptor Richard Mteki
carved me out of stone.
Standing still is absolutely not one of my qualities, but I have survived it.
Some stupid goat was watching me and made faces all the time which made me laugh.
And what do you think of my first stone sculpture?
Well, chat to you later
Little NALA (Poem from Glenn Sibbald, Sacramento, CA / USA in Harare, Zimbabwe
Little Nala, eyes wide open
please tell us what you do.
I´m cycling far away from home
to come see all of you.
Little Nala, eyes wide open,
please tell us where you go.
I`m rolling up through Africa,
to places I don´t know.
Little Nala, eyes wide open,
please tell us what you see.
I´m looking at the friendly faces
who´re smiling back to me.
Little Nala, eyes wide open,
please tell us how you feel.
I´m loving being on the road,
so happy I could squeal !
Sacramento / USA
in Harare / Zimbabwe
NALA goes shopping ( made by Tafadzwa Gwetai, Bulawayo / Zimbabwe )
It’s time to get some new clothes again because my old things have holes all over from cycling and from the sun and I have nothing to wear when I want to go out somewhere fancy.
But I don’t even know what to buy because there is simply too much to choose from. I can’t make up my mind … shall I take the blue, green, orange or white dress? What do you think, which dress looks better on me?
Come on, I need some advice …
NALA and Mr.Baobab ( made by André Pilz, Bulawayo / Zimbabwe )
Hello, here is NALA again, and this time with a new friend, Mister Baobab. This one has become quite big and can certainly tell a thousand stories.
On my journey through Zimbabwe I have seen many, many trees, but this one I like very much, because on him live some blue and yellow geckos, one chameleon and pink birds that sing a song of joy.
People here are cutting down many trees, which I don’t really like at all. Where are the birds supposed to live then?
The wood is being burnt to make charcoal for cooking … hmmm.
I will go on towards Harare, the big city where there is much to see.
NALA is feeding the chickens (painted by Stanley Sibanda, Bulawayo / Zimbabwe )
Well, I'm back, and as you can see, again with chickens.
I like chicken, nicely fried with pepper sauce…
Well, these ones are not for eating, they became my friends which I must feed every morning … on a small farm, in a small village with great people. There are also many geese, goats, rabbits, tortoise, 3 horses and Elvis, the donkey.
I like it here again, so I'll stay for a while.
Oh look, there are some baby chickens… hihihihihi…very cute!
NALA buys cheese ( made by Dumisani Ndlovu, Bulawayo / Zimbabwe )
As you know I am in Zimbabwe right now, where the cows are eating green grass again
instead of old brown cardboard. That’s why you can buy delicious fresh milk by the road side and fresh cheese from farmers, of which I have just bought 2 kg. It’s heavy, smells bad, but is so very yummy.
The cheese was a special offer and I am tucking in with great pleasure.
From the milk I got quite the runs and that’s why I decided to stay one week here in Bulawayo.
PS: The cheese is running out of my bag now, so I have to hurry.
Well, till then
NALA in the rain ( painted with their feet ) by Nompilo Nkoma, Bulawayo / Zimbabwe )
Hello my friends, there in your cosy homes ...
I have arrived in Zimbabwe, amidst the heavy rainy season. I have gotten completely soaked a few times already, but luckily I have rainwear, which is of course at the bottom of my luggage, even beneath the lollipops and sweets… hmm, I think it’s about time I get the weatherproof clothes out, but in those I sweat like a pig.
Fortunately I have rain gear, which is of course at the bottom of my luggage, among the lollipops and candies ... hmm, well, I will probably extract the weatherproof clothing soon, but in it I sweat like a pig.
Oh no, there is another fat black cloud coming towards me. I will wait underneath the banana leaf; this way I stay dry and can enjoy the fresh, clean air.
I am on my way to Bulawayo now.
There I will meet an artist again and visit a National Park.
Hope you stay dry ...
NALA say´s good bye to Namibia (painted by Sue Beukes, Windhoek / Namibia )
Here I am... at the end of my Namibia journey.
It was beautiful here and I met many friends and lovely people. Now it is time to say good-bye to the plants, to the small and the big animals and...
I will go on traveling to another country. Stay curious because I will keep you updated. Some of my experiences I will scribble in a book later, but this will still take a lot of time.
Right now it's time to go to Botswana and Zimbabwe where certainly more great adventures are waiting for me.
I am looking forward to a letter from you. (letters to NALA)
Well, bye for now and talk to you soon from another country, over the hills and through the woods of course.
Take it easy.
NALA feeling cold ( made by Selma Iipinge, Windhoek / Namibia )
Well, what can I tell you … I don’t feel well at all. I am cold, I am freezing my butt off.
Perhaps it is because of the mountains where I am right now, or am I a little bit ill?
Anyway, I got myself a woollen jumper that keeps me very warm.
It is actually starting to rain now… bloody weather. It is the beginning of the rainy season and I have got to get some weatherproof clothes.
The air is so nice and clean, it makes me want to dance in the rain.
Finally a little refreshment after all the dusty roads and the suffocating heat… but nonetheless it is nasty outside.
I am going to have a nice hot cup of tea now!
Thank you for reading.
NALA at the Himbavillage ( painted by André Pilz, Ruacana / Namibia )
Uhhmmm ... well,
I have told you already that I made a teenie-weenie detour to Himbaland, where the women wear those thick clotted braids and the rusty coloured skin.
Since I am a very curious girl I just wanted to quickly check out what is going on up here in the Northwest of Namibia.
But “quickly checking out” turned into several days again and again I had to tell my story and explain my dream to travel beyond the mountains.
There are many mountains around here. And since I am here now, I will go and see the waterfalls in the very North of Namibia and they are called Epupa Falls.
After that I am definitely going to head east… I promise.
NALA leaving Owamboland ( painted by Frans Uunona, Windhoek / Namibia )
Hello my friends out there,
here you can see what the houses look like where all these nice people live. I liked it here, but I have to say good bye. I had a wonderful time here in Owamboland, but I have to continue my journey.
I am sure there are many more adventures and experiences waiting for me out there. I am heading east now, always along the river with crocodiles and happy hippos. But maybe I will take a tiny detour to Himbaland, where the people with the rusty coloured skin and the thick clotted braids live.
Well ... stay curious and keep well.
NALA at the Owambo wedding ( painted by Fillow Nghipandulwa, Windhoek / NAMIBIA )
Today I went to a traditional Ovambo wedding. I can tell you, that was a hustle and bustle that I will remember forever. Everybody was dancing, blowing whistles and eating a lot.
The women were handing out the presents to the bridal couple and I was invited to join them.
In my basket there were lots of sweets, lollipops, sticky liquorice and many colourful gummy bears of which I secretly ate some beforehand (please don’t tell anybody).
I like Owamboland a lot and I plan on staying for one week. I will help the people to collect firewood and to get water from the well.
Maybe I even get to ride one of the furry mopeds (donkeys)?
NALA and Trianus (painted by Trianus Nakale, Windhoek / NAMIBIA )
Today I am sending greetings from Owamboland, far away from Windhoek, the big, colourful city.
I am in the north of Namibia now. It has been a long and lonely trip up here, but I have seen a lot although the road went straight on all the way.
I met Trianus here, how showed me his village and I could see how life goes up here.
It is very different from home.
People live in mud-covered wooden huts with wooden fences all the way around.
Water has to be carried in buckets on the head. You have to fetch it from a well far away.
They cook on a fire in the open and people mill Mahangu so they have something to eat.
There is no electricity in the villages and no toilets, you have to dig a hole to do your “business”.
It is very dry and sandy here and there are many palm trees, many, many donkeys and tall hills full of tiny ants. Unfortunately I haven’t seen them yet.
I got dressed up with my new Owambo dress and I have to hurry because I am going to a traditonal wedding today.
I will write again soon because there is so much more to tell.
Bye for now !
NALA on Tour ( painted by André Pilz, Windhoek / Namibia )
I saw so many things on my way up to the North. I always stopped for a while and observed everything very closely. Many thoughts went through my mind….
White clouds were my permanent companions. I like the clouds. They give me the feeling of freedom.
how this small and frail flower can grow in this hard, stony and dry soil?
one accommodation for everyone because there are so many vacant houses where no people live…
The house must be very sad …
many cows with so many different colours with big horns and small ones, searching for grass which is rarely there. In some places they eat cardboard just to survive.
this one stood rather still because the builders always took a break, weird …
I never saw anybody working there.
huui …there were hundreds of them on the fields. Like the goats they were marching all relaxed along the street. It was really funny sometimes. Some of them even farted …
I saw so many trees…small, tall, thin, big and very big and some warped and twisted. Some of them are very old. They could tell so many stories (if they were able to talk) hihihi.
...so keep your eyes open!
NALA is dreaming ( made by Selma Iipinge, Windhoek / NAMIBIA )
Oh I had a weird dream last night, I am telling you … I still feel really strange.
I dreamt that I was living in the water and had grown fins. I swam through the desert and surfaced in the ocean, touched the stars with my own hands and all of a sudden there were many birds, fish and antelopes at the same time.
They all knew who I was and I was able to play with them and talk to them … well, I can do that anyway.
It was very noisy because many rabbits hopped through the tent and they were all singing and partying.
That’s when I woke up … and it was all quiet. Nothing, no noise, only the wind rustling through the leaves on the trees.
What a strange dream!
Now I am on my way north and I will write you again once I arrived.
NALA want to dance ( by André Pilz, Windhoek / NAMIBIA )
Last night I went out to party, I even got a whole new outfit for it.
When I enterd the dance club they were just playing that silly modern music you hear everywhere these days.
Nobody can move their butts to that, can they?!
I like the 80's music that even my mom used to listen to. But the noise, what they call music these days, really hurts my ears.
Well, no thanks. I am going to have hot chocolate now.
NALA with Otjikaiva ( made by Tafadzwa Mitchell Gatsi (Tafy), Windhoek / NAMIBIA
While I strolled around with Alvina, I was approached by an Artist who wanted to form me out of clay, because he said, that I look so cute in the Herero costume. I followed him to his studio and I have to sit
on a chair for a very long time without moving, but that was not possible.
My legs starting to shake because I wanted to explore all those nice little Tools in his Studio.
He said “stay seated quietly , not fidget around! and what shall I say to you,
he was right and now I even have my own little sculpture.
and what do you think? it is not great?
next time I will show you how it is looks in windhoek.
NALA and ALVINA (painted by Heather Erdmann, Rehoboth / NAMIBIA )
This is my friend Alvina (left) who I met in an old car wreck while cycling along the dusty dirt roads.
I hardly recognised her in her traditional Nama – Damara dress, which made me want to try on such a dress as well.
At last, I removed the old smelly clothes and tried on the colourful Herero dress.
...what do I look like?
And now we shall explore the city. Hurray!
More information about Windhoek will follow soon. We have to go shopping now!
Yours NALA and Alvina
NALA´s new girlfriend ( painted by John Kalunda, Windhoek / NAMIBIA )
When I broke my back to get up the hill, I noticed, down a steep slope, an old rusty car rotting away amidst the scenery.
Then, all of a sudden, I saw something moving inside the car and when I took a closer look I realized it was a little girl.
“Hello!” I called, “I am NALA and who are you?“. The little girl seemed very shy and timid, but when I moved closer, she blinked out of the wrecked car.
“I am Alvina.” she answered quietly and with a soft voice.
I walked over to her and we talked for quite some time. I told her about my adventures with the chickens, my visit to Ostrich Country, the game of hide-and-seek with the pig, the adventures in the desert and about my dream to travel beyond the mountains.
She told me that she likes to play in this car near her village and that she had been waiting for her aunt for 4 days so they can go to the big city, which she had wished for many times.
How much had I wished to get to know to a friend and now I had found one, for now at least. I stayed there for one week and we had lots of fun together.
We laughed, cooked, played and got to know each other, until her aunt came and they left for the big city, which was called Windhoek.
I want to go to Windhoek as well and I can’t wait to see what it’s like. I am sure we are going to meet again there.
Well … stay curious and see how the story continues!
So long … Yours NALA
NALA on the gravel road ( painted by Tafadzwa Mitchell Gatsi, Windhoek / NAMIBIA )
Well … now I am sitting here, taking a break after the exhausting stage today.
I can still feel the sand gnashing between my teeth, because a big truck had just passed and blown this fine “sugar powder” on my self-made liver sausage sandwich.
No … that’s not funny…
I have swallowed enough sand today, because on the dusty gravel road many speedy cars had passed me and fairly covered me in dust.
I even had to push my purple bicycle quite often, since over and over again deep ruts and pot-holes in the road blocked my way.
One time I swerved from the right to the left, the other time from the left to the right, just to pick the best parts of the road. Sometimes the surface was as hard as a Hungarian Salami, then again sandy and, in between, quite humpy. But I conquered it, for today, and now I enjoy the silence of the desert.
It is going to be dark soon and I am looking forward to seeing the thousands … hundreds of thousands … no, millions of stars in the sky.
Good night my friends, until the next time…
NALA in the Namib (painted by André Pilz, Windhoek / NAMIBIA)
Today I send you sunny greetings from the Namib Desert, one of the oldest deserts in the world.
The way to the desert was very long, rocky, dusty and sandy but I managed and
I'm happy that I have arrived.
My little purple bike has easily survived and even an antelope accompanied me for many kilometers.
The desert is beautiful. The air is clear and pure and I have seen many shooting stars and made a lot of wishes. It is very quiet here and the dunes glow golden in the morning sun. In the fine, soft, dark red, almost brown sand I saw many tracks of small beetles, geckos and tiny little birds. I like to run through the warm sand. I feel comfortable and free and I do not feel homesick at all.
NALA in the Lemonvalley (painted by André Pilz, Clanwilliam / SOUTH AFRICA)
Since my departure from the Ostrichcountry to here, to the Lemonvalley, a lot of time has passed. The ride has very tiring, but connected with many beautiful experiences. I've also experienced a lot, met very nice people and I must tell you that there really is another world beyond the mountains, as at my home.
However, behind the mountains is before the mountains. And in between are also still some. Maybe I'll tell you all my adventures in a book, but for that you have to wait a bit ...
Well, now I'm in Lemonvalley. Sounds funny but is so. Always here, I always wanted to see the lemons, where they grow. So I pedaled on a farm and what's been there? No lemons, of course, but many oranges.
When I ran to the tree behind the barn on the right, looked at me a little pig and grunted something sad. "What's the matter, little pig?" I asked. "Oh yes, I dream only of Mrs. Piggy." "Well yes, I can not help you more, but we can play hide and seek." "Au fine." Since the pig was happy and I let it out of its cage. "Wow eh! That was a mess there ...."
When I was hiding under an orange tree, dropped me a orange on my bulb. Ouch, that has hurt.
And lo and behold, there was also already equal to 'ne bump. And then pig is packed full of lust to the tree and there's more oranges came up to me ...
I quickly brought the Pig back into his piggy mess and walked whistling my way back ...
don´t tell the Farmer
By the way:
that´s the little Pig
who is dreaming
about Mrs. Piggy
NALA in the Ostrichland (painted by André Pilz, near Oudtshoorn / SOUTH AFRICA)
In a small corner near the hen house, I discovered on an early morning walk, a little yellow snake. She was beautiful to look at and her skin glistened in a delicate gold.
I called softly, "Hey, wake up little snake, it's already light" But the snake was not at all ready for the day.
She said that she had eaten a fat mouse and now had a thick neck so that they just want to sleep.
I told her the story of the chicken eggs that I had pilfered and now carry around in my pocket.
She told me then that I must go into ostrich country, if I still want to have larger eggs. There are birds that can lay huge eggs. But beware, it is not easy to get them .. Au fine, the ostrich country, yes I am going!
Certainly word quickly spread around the village and voila, the neighbor came and offered me a ride in his tractor. On the long journey he told me stories of the ostrich country. I was looking forward to seeing the big birds that cannot fly. Hui was funny. Ostriches can also see 4 km and run incredibly fast.
In the evening we arrived at the ostrich country. There I got to know Kurt, a farmer who runs a small guest farm with his wife, Susanne. They welcomed me with open arms and gave me plenty of food, fed me pancakes, cake and delicious homemade ice cream with orange sauce until I felt as if I were about to burst.
The next morning I visited the ostrich family. Hoi, but are they big and how stupid they look. They're really funny, just standing around and staring. In the heat they always have their mouth open.
I slipped on the grass and tried to snatch an egg. But guess who came after me? So fast I could not run. Finally, I crawled under a ton and waited until they were gone. Lucky, they were. Well, I unfortunately have no egg, too bad.
At least I've seen one. A great thing because there fit 24 chicken eggs inside.
My chicken eggs I still have in my pocket. hehehehe
I'd rather see the ostriches from a distance. I call it from now on the long-necked cerebellar yokels.
See you soon
NALA and the Chickens (by André Pilz, Noll / SOUTH AFRICA)
After I managed escaping from home, I arrived in little Karoo after my adventure trip.
I found a new cosy home with new friends. Three dogs, three cats and many chickens.
Unfortunately it was not possible to catch one of the chickens because they were way too fast.
But one time I heard a chicken cackling "Hey I'm laying an egg,
hey I'm laying an egg, look how I'm laying an egg... hey I laid an egg, hey and I laid another egg..."
Well, what should I say, I stole the two eggs from this annoying chicken, and now I'm keeping them warm in my pocket…and hopefully a chick will peck its way out.
Soon I will go to the Ostrich Country.
ps. the development of my new sculpture you can see here:
Postcard from Madagascar
(painted by André Pilz, Cape Town/ SOUTH AFRICA)
Today it was a nice day for me.
I got a Postcard from Madagascar.
My friend Nozy wrote me.
I am very happy to hear from her.
my first own postcard.
Nozy wrote, that she want to visit me,
but she don´t know how she can leave.
Well, I think there is a way, just wait a while.
maybe she can come per bananaboot?
The first Collaboration Work in this Project.
Nyarai N. and André Pilz eternalise me made out of Mukwa Wood,
sanded and polished me careful with high quality Bee wax.
The brand of the Bee wax is "Kreidezeit" made in Germany.
The wax is from controlled biological apiculture.
My first Passport Photos (painted by André Pilz, Cape Town/ SOUTH AFRICA)
huui, today it was a really exciting day.
after I cleaned the loo and the kitchen, I crept out the house, because nobody should not hear anything. while Mom still hit the hay and my brother lounged around in an armchair and still looked in the boob tube.
I ran to the next photoshop to get myself some passport photos. It was very funny in this shop. The Snapshooter told me about a bird which hide in the kamera and only came out when I look in.
well, such a stupid story. Anyway I´ve got my first photos. I hope I looking nice on it.
On the Way back, I just brought a Bread with, so I had a alibi for my absence.
When I entered the House, my Mom stayed behind the Door and shouted
"WHERE WERE YOU". I bought bread, I replied quietly.
NALA and the Table Mountain
(painted by André Pilz, Cape Town/ SOUTH AFRICA)
It´s me again.
The Time is ticking on very fast
and I am very busy these days.
I have to organize thousand of things,
I went to Cape Town again
and I saw the Table Mountain.
He is so beautiful and the ocean so blue...
That’s it for now..bye bye
My Brother Nelson and me (by André Pilz, Cape Town / SOUTH AFRICA)
This is me, with my brother, Nelson.
We went to the big city today, to get myself a bicycle, but we could not find the right one.
I am still searching for one. Everything is so exciting and new for me.
And I am very curious about the adventure on my big journey.
But psssst, don´t tell my mom.
(painted by André Pilz, Cape Town / SOUTH AFRICA)
I just want to see what is going on outside.
I have already been sleeping, but noises keep waking me up.
Maybe “the old man” is letting out a fart …
No...., everything is Ok!
NALA on the Beach
(painted by André Pilz, Cape Town / SOUTH AFRICA)
Today I went to the beach,
somehow it was strange, no family who sticks on my leg and gets on my nerves...
...It is sort of weird, so quiet and peaceful, but very nice.
Copyright © 2012-2014 by André Pilz, All rights reserved.
latest update: 6.April 2020
Hello friends of NALA,
As is usual with the NALA project, we first get to know the artists, and then we present the NALA artworks here.
But it's different at NALA in Ecuador. Because of the Corona crisis, it was unfortunately not possible for us (Nala and me) to travel to Ecuador,
but NALA artworks have already been painted.
We hereby present the first NALA artworks from Ecuador.
As soon as we can fly and the borders are open again, we will go to Ecuador and cycling down to Lima, Peru, 1700 km away.
This new NALA Artwork was painted by Maria De Lourdes Endara
from Quito in Ecuador.
Title: NALA en la Festividad del Diablo Huma
NALA at the Festival of Devil Huma
The Ecuador - Peru cyclingtrip is cancelled because of the current CORONA pandemie.
I start as soon as the situation is getting normal and no risc for health and life.
I wish all my friends, website followers and all people i dont know yet, good health and stayed strong.
NALA visits Ecuador and Peru.
Long-distance cyclist André Pilz from Kassel, Germany will be visit with his NALA art project the countries of Ecuador and Peru.
André and Nala cycled approximately 16,500 km in 3 years
from South Africa to Ethiopia.
On the road, they met 119 artists from 15 countries, who
supported the Project with more then 160 NALA Artworks.
Now they going to South America and looking for painters
and sculptors support the NALA project.
NALA is a little African girl who had the dream
traveling behind the mountains and escaping from home
to explore the world by bicycle.
The artists tell NALA's travel story through
works of art that are shown in traveling exhibitions.
There have already been 8 Art exhibitions in Africa and Europe.
If you want to participate in the NALA global art project,
write me an email or a message on Facebook.
latest update: 23.March 2020
The Nala Project presents,
The NALA Art Memory Game.
#stayhome - limited edition 2020
40 selected NALA artworks by artists from 15 countries now enrich your gamenight at home.
Stay at home and play; The NALA Art Memory Game.
Das NALA Kunst Gedächtnisspiel.
#stayhome - limited edition 2020
40 ausgesuchte Nala Kunstwerke von Künstlern aus 15 Ländern bereichern jetzt deinen Spielabend zu Hause.
Bleib zu Hause und spiele; The NALA Art Memory Game.
The Nala Project presenta,
The NALA Art Memory Game.
# quedarse en casa - edición limitada 2020
40 obras de arte seleccionadas de Nala de artistas de 15 países ahora enriquecen tu noche de juegos en casa.
Quédate en casa y juega; El juego de memoria de arte NALA.
NALA ART Booklet ready for Download
The NALA ART Booklet is now available as PDF File for download.
Selected Artists show amazing NALA Artworks from southern and east Africa.
NALA Slideshow video on YouTube
On YouTube you can see the little video, which we shown during the NALA ART Exhibition in Germany.
This Video shows André´s and Nala´s artistic bicycle Journey through Africa.
The titles are in german language, but there are very nice photos to see.
Follow this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSkB-UHgOeo
It will be lovely if you can leave a comment about the NALA Project here: Opinion about The NALA Project.
Thank you very much
Yours NALA and André
I am currently in: Kassel / Germany
Tel. +49 176 4382 7985
+ André and NALA are back in Germany to promote
The NALA Project and their Artists. Searching new Exhibition Space.
We will start to our NALA Art Project Cyclingtrip through Ecuador and Peru as soon as Corona Pedemie is over.
Cycled kilometer: 16.425 km
Tourstart by Bike was: Monday April 1, 2013
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