2013
I did this exhibition in 2013.
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I did this exhibition in 2013.
The carpenter is singing as he does the roof:
Ẹ̀yin tẹ́ ń lóyún lé rodo-ríndín, hẹn-ẹn
Bọ́mọ bá yàgbẹ́ o
Baba rẹ̀ ní ó ko.
Translation:
You who conceive while your infants are mere suckling babies
When your infants mess their pants
Their daddies will change their diapers.
Do you know this song?
Ẹ fà á nírungbọn tu!
Ẹ fà á nírungbọn tu ò
Àgbàlagbà tí ò lówó lọ́wọ́
Tó ń dá irungbọ̀n sí
Ẹ fà á nírungbọn tu.
The creative process can be quite fun, walahi.
You give it what it takes.
Here I am making a new picture.
For the first time,
many of us
are faced with the new reality
of being alone
even among a group of loved ones;
unloved ones; workmates;
colleagues; friends; foes;
It is not It’s not what we do that countsIt is what we don’t do It’s not what we eat that counts It’s what we don’t eat It’s not what we have that matters It’s what we don’t have
The beginning of time.
Is it a house?
Or a kolanut?
Is this thing an insect inside the mystery of life?