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Meisa Fall

This past week, I attended the Jazz and Arts Festival in St. Louis, Senegal. It was a raucous celebration of fusion, funk, and classical jazz forms with an African twist. The days were spent exploring the island of Ndar and its 19th century (UNESCO protected) colonial buildings in various states of genteel decay. Along the way, we dropped in at the various galleries catering to the hip crowd. We discovered a small artist’s studio tucked into a side street next to our hotel and discovered a wonder. This is the atelier of Meissa Fall, who describes himself as an “Artiste Artisan” and repairer of mechanical and electrical things. He is chiefly a soft spoken imp who makes witty sculptures out of recycled motor parts.