Waiting
Waiting to give a talk at a symposium at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Miami, FL.
It was fun. I met many people.
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2013
I did this exhibition in 2013.
Captive No More
Captive No More
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What you are reading is not poetry. It is not fiction. It is my true family history.
I am an ascendant from slavery. Yes.
It means I am a descendant of enslaved bodies. Yes.
Inside me, they locked iron collars,
leg fetters, and hand lockers. Yes.
Yes. Does it sound weird? Yes.
Slavery was real in Africa. Yes
Africa was the Ground Zero of slavery. Yes.
AMERICANA AT OKADA PARK
AMERICANA AT OKADA PARK
“You fine o. You wan marry Okada?”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, nau. Mek Americana marry Okada.”
“What?”
“Lekki marry Ajegunle o, Americana marry musician…”
“Don’t understand you.”
Draw closer, nearer,
Draw closer, nearer,
Discern better your object
Sún mọ́ ni
Là á mọ̀ ṣe ẹni
That’s a law of physics
Three weeks of painting.
Three weeks of painting. It started as a butterfly.
The Crossroads
I went into my garage and found a harvest of forgotten canvases waiting for me.
This corona break has given me some time to look at what I already have produced.
This is the last painting I did in 1992, just before leaving Nigeria.
You will notice that it is made from gouache.