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“Quindici brevi ma intensi capitoli ognuno dedicato ad un artista diverso, che si racconta con vibranti parole ed opere d’arte innovative. Painting, photography, drawing from Africa and its Diaspora è il nuovo libro, in realtà è un eBook, che ho pubblicato in lingua inglese. Il libro si propone di creare e stimolare una reazione forte nel lettore, spinto a riflettere sull’attuale situazione attraverso i racconti di artisti africani e afrodiscendenti. Energia, colore e un inedito spirito ironico contraddistinguono i profili degli artisti Bussola digitale | Arte, fotografia dall’Africa del XXI secolo Medium @shotofwhisky”

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