When the fire dies
When the fire dies
it covers its face with ashes….
Only Olodumare knows the number of strands that got plucked from my beard last weekend.
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When the fire dies
it covers its face with ashes….
Only Olodumare knows the number of strands that got plucked from my beard last weekend.
At my studio in Austin, Adetola Wewe is seen working with Keji Badmus, the first recipient of the Apprenticeship Program of the University of African Art at Austin.
The apprenticeship system is the indigenous art education school practice in the indigenous African creative cultures.
Artist: Moyo Okediji
Title: Ìbàdí Àrán (Duchess).
Medium: silicon on paper
Date: 2020
We are erupting, we are the ones born to fly to open wide the feathers of our wingsand like a kite without a careto soar far above the fence
Artist and curator of Akodi Orisa adding finishing touches to the phallic-nipple crown of the dome.
Draw closer, nearer,
Discern better your object
Sún mọ́ ni
Là á mọ̀ ṣe ẹni
That’s a law of physics
The rainbow is smearing
pigments on my teeth
as if being colored
is a virtue;
All it does is keep the
cops from trusting me
when I cross
the street from innocence
to dark alleys
where they play hide