Monday, 20 October 2014

Research and innovation:Tusiime Mathias Introduces Hand made barkcloth paper from Uganda Bark Tree(Omutooma)

Above is the hand made paper from Bark cloth Tree by Tusiime Mathias
Above is the Art work made on the Uganda Hand made Bark cloth paper by Tusiime mathias 



Please keep on following me more  Innovations coming up!!

Friday, 10 October 2014

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Makerere University,Lecturer Balaba Edward to Volunteer in the Uganda community Art skills Development,Recycling and Innovaton project on a theme: My Amazing Dream

                                      Balaba Edward ,Rogers,chairpeson and  Tusiime with  children the workshop.

                                                   Bbalaba Edward Giving children's skills

                                          chairperson Demonstrating to the children bellow is children's work after the workshop
                                    



 The training was attended by more 35 children staying in and around kalerwe area, Also in attendance local council chairperson was  there.
 

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Tusiime Mathias Visit to United states Experience in painting

The Art work above shows my Visit experience in the USA and the canvas is made in Uganda by Tusiime Matthias innovations, this canvas is one of a kind in Uganda.
Kindly follow me am planning to make a pamphlet  out of my life experiences

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

Joyce R Gottelieb from USA, Los Angeles, California Donates Art Materials to UCASDR


 
Joyce R Gottelieb from USA, Los Angeles, California Donates Art Materials to UCASDR
 

I had the joy of meeting Joyce R Gottelieb and the husband while they were volunteering in Uganda Kampala for six weeks in November 2008.

Joyce is an Art Lover and collector. She  studied art history in graduate school.
Joyce and the Husband were the chief Guests and Organizers together with Uganda Art consortium at my Art show at Shadravan Art Gallery in Oakland, California USA on 2nd 
 August 2013. 

Since 2008 Joyce has been promoting my talent by sending me art materials and has  been my great supporter during my two trips to the United  states.

Her support inspired me to develop the idea of starting a project called Uganda community Art skills Development and Recycling (UCASDR)  to provide free skills to unprivileged people in the communities of Uganda.
I decided to give back to the community because of the support others have given me as a self taught Artist.

Uganda community Art skill Development and Recycling(UCASDR) is now supported by sales from my Art works and well wishers who donate Art materials plus a group of volunteers who teach the children.

The program provides Basic skills to empower the communities and trains in Local languages such that everyone understands.

Therefore I thank Joyce for her kind heart, great support, and the humanitarian work she has done for the community in Uganda.

Friday, 18 July 2014

Makerere university Lecturer Mr Nsereko Joseph Raymond Donated Art Materials to UCASDR to make Arts in Healthcare workshop possible at the Bless child foundation

The workshop was conducted by Tusiime Mathias the Director Ucasdr to cancer children patients at Bless the child foundation and I was welcomed by Ms Joan kiyega .

 I received an invitation to provide skills   to  Cancer children patients at the Bless the child Foundation.

Bless the child provides a home for Cancer children and there is a need of Arts in Health care practioners  to work with  the children who are Cancer positive to make their faces smile.

 
Tusiime mathias  giving skills at Bless the child Foundation.
 
 
In the picture above third  from right is the Joan Kiyega with the children after the workshop at Bless child Foundation.
Mr Nsereko Joseph Raymond is a lecturer of Design in the college of Engineering Design Art and Technology-Makerere University

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

“Mzungus” meet Market( University of Florida Students Write about their experience in UCASDR Uganda)


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by mrnbr88 in Just Uganda Tags: artchildrenmarketuganda

People from the U.S. who travel to a developing country on a volunteer assignment, always seem to eventually change their profile photo on a social media site, to some picture of them holding a beautiful child, which inevitably gets a million “likes” from friends.
My group here has coined this the stereotypical “I have gone to Africa” picture, that we have aimed to avoid at all costs for fear of becoming those stereotypical Americans ourselves—the ones who people assume are just abroad for their CV or so that they can have something to write about in their grad-school application.
Now in Uganda, as the lens is pointed at me, I realize that maybe we have judged these people too harshly.


The pictures that I have taken on this trip have become a treasured reminder of instances in which I have had some of the most moving experiences of my entire life. They capture eyes full of innocence and genuine happiness; two things that seem to be non-existent back home. They allow me to reflect on the world and myself.
For this entry, I would like to share one particular experience.
While I consider my travels extensive for a 21-year-old girl, my eyes are widening in Kampala. I am seeing things I have only studied or read in newspapers—the poverty and conditions that I believe that no human being should be subjected to. May 31st was probably one of the best days of my life.
We spent the day with a local artist named Mathias Tusiime, who is a good friend of our director and who interestingly enough, did an exposition of his work at the University of Florida. Tusiime’s story is inspirational in itself. He is actually the janitor at Makerere University and began his art career while working there.
My director says that he used to scrap off the leftover paint that students would leave on their easels in order to do his work. Now, he’s a world-famous Ugandan artist.


Tusiime took us to a market where many vendors were selling live animals, fruits and vegetables, among many other things. I would compare it to a very large flea market in the U.S.
Looking back, I realize that we had absolutely no idea of what we were getting ourselves into when we set out. Our director had told us that we were going to an art-workshop with Tusiime. In my head this meant some expo/gallery type setting in a humble yet chic room. Upon arrival to the market, we could see that the conditions were very rough. There was a putrid smell, garbage, flies, and at one point I saw a lady changing her baby on top of the same table where she had her vegetables to sell. It was unsanitary to say the least.
We were introduced to a man named Roger, took some pictures, and still at that point were largely oblivious to what was to come. He took us thru the market and we turned a corner. Out of no-where appeared 50+ small children in a small shack who immediately swarmed us.
They were the most precious children I have ever seen. “Muzungu!”** they cried with smiling faces. We were a bit startled and overwhelmed—not only by the setting, the number of kids, but also by the great contrast between the level of poverty and how happy they were to see us. Their clothes were dirty and torn, evidently donated by someone back in the states.
I felt a wave of compassion mixed with guilt pass over me. I had the strong desire to strip myself naked and replace their worn clothing with my own. I kept digging in my bag, hoping that I would have something to pray upon and multiply for these wonderful souls. Even though they asked for nothing from me, I wanted to give immensely. I was at a loss for words.
Soon we found out that our mission was to conduct an art class and facilitate their creativity. It was during this time spent with the children that I gained such an in-depth appreciation of how I have been blessed, as well as an intense understanding of something as simple as a pencil sharpener. After being given a small blade with sharp edges on all sides to sharpen pencils, I soon cut my hand and started bleeding. At this moment, I started to shake with panic. The world, the cut, the blade, inequality, my own inadequacies at a simple task–all of pandora’s box seemed to open up in that shack and surrounded me. 

Tusiime ran out to get bandaids, clean water to flush it out, but I continued. Somehow, all the pencils got sharpened. We introduced ourselves to the children and a topic to draw–their family. What I soon noticed is that none of them started to draw. I decided to take another approach, to draw something myself to get them started. I drew a simple square house and palm tree, feeling ashamed I had not been blessed with my brother’s artistic talents. Little did I know that all 50+ children would draw exactly the same thing as me–most of them in higher quality and with much more ability. One by one they would come up and show me their achievement. “Muzungu”–they would come with lit eyes holding up their art.
I would ooooo and ahhhhhh non-stop, recognizing their talent and showing it to the rest of the group. They loved my approval as much as I loved the fact that they respected me enough to want to receive it from me. In all, we took a bunch of pictures and there was an ambiance of love in the air. By the end of sharpening, instruction, drawing and painting, I was exhausted but in the most positive way. Little did I give, but so much was given to me by these children–their warmth, creativity, hope, innocence, and joy. While having so little, they had much more than many wealthy and I felt that their energy had rubbed off on me. I forgot my personal trials, the depression I have been struggling with since my mom died, any confusion. I left these children with all weight lifted from my shoulders and much inspiration for my future.
In midst of very little, I have a glow, I feel rejuvenated and after a very long time, I actually have joy in my spirit.
Note: Mathias conducts these workshops every week in an area which is known for having a high percentage of delinquency. He hopes to use the arts as an outlet for those struggling in the community, and hopes to show them a different way out. I have the utmost respect for him and Roger, who works with the children. These are two amazing people.

**White person
http://mundodemia.wordpress.com/2014/06/27/home-is-wherever-i-am/