ToKillaMockingBird
Artist: Moyo Okediji
Title: ToKillaMockingBird
Medium: Acrylic on canvas
Date: 2018
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Gift of Love
Title: Gift of Love
Medium: Bodypainting, photography.
Date: 2019
Well, since Facebook won’t let me show you anything that a baby can’t see, I will show you glimpses of the fun we artists have with the human figure.
The Butterfly Thinks Himself A Bird
Moyo Okediji
Title: The Butterfly Thinks Himself A Bird
Medium: Acrylic on canvas
Date 2021
Size: 24″ x 30″
The title is an important line in playwright Ola Rotimi’s masterpiece, THE GODS ARE NOT TO BLAME.
Rotimi took the line from a Yoruba proverb, “Labalábá fira rẹ̀ wẹ́ye, kò le ṣìṣe ẹyẹ.” ̛It means, “The butterfly compares itself to the bird, but is unable to perform like a bird.”
Just as a lens focuses light to the point
Just as a lens focuses light to the point
that it can generate enough heat
to set a leaf on fire:
The Òrùlé Orí uses sound and space
to focus and raise the level
of positive energy in an individual.
How? It’s the principle of electricity.
You connect the charger to the electricity socket to charge the battery of your laptop. Your laptop wakes up, ready to go.
Yemoja Protecting her Children (Earth Day).
Title: Yemoja Protecting her Children (Earth Day).
Medium: acrylic on canvas
Size: 76″ x 64″
Date: April 2021
Yemoja, Oya, and Osun are female divinities whose duties include protecting the earth, cleansing it and engineering regeneration.
one of the paintings I just discovered in my garage.
This is one of the paintings I just discovered in my garage.
The painting celebrates Robert Hayden’s poem, “Middle Passage.”
It is a really long poem.
The painting focuses on this excerpt:
“That Crew and Captain lusted with the comeliest
of the savage girls kept naked in the cabins;
that there was one they called The Guinea Rose
and they cast lots and fought to lie with her: ”
The character across the floor of the ship being whipped to consent is the lady called Guinea Rose in the poem.
I am speechless.
Anthonia Nneji has done me again.
I am speechless.
I must write her a poem.
