Jetlagged.
Jetlagged.
From Heathrow Airpot to Austin Airport.
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Haven’t seen my homeland…
Haven’t seen my homeland since August 2019.
I miss the colorful attires on the streets.
I want to listen to the people speak their various languages.
To drink palm wine.
Artist and curator of Akodi Orisa
Artist and curator of Akodi Orisa adding finishing touches to the phallic-nipple crown of the dome.
MOYOGALLERIA
I’ve been excited lately about something.
Yesterday I received the certificate of occupancy for MOYOGALLERIA, Austin, Texas.
I will focus on African art.
We will invite African artists for residencies of up to three months.
We will provide the artist with a living and working space.
Day and night
Day and night, for three weeks.
And finally, it is done.
Art of Social Distancing
Yesterday, my friend, Femi, called from Maryland and we had a long and beautiful conversation on the art of social distancing.
He wanted to buy a painting.
I told him I was happy to sell a painting and sent him a picture of the work.
I said the painting would look good as a Zoom backgrounder—like when FOX News calls and wants your opinion.
Are you going to panic because the artless interior of your home would suddenly become exposed to hundreds of millions of people on television and social media?
Ifa reads
Ifa reads the ọpọ́n of 2019 elections in Nigeria and shakes his head at Ìwòrì Méjì, which says inter alia, that:
Pregnant women will no longer be delivered.
The barren ones will remain barren.
The sick will remain infirm.
Small rivers will dry up.
