Feb 15 - Mar 3 Ayodele Ojo: "When We Were Kings"


I am a guardian of  the past, present, and future, serving as a link between my father, my children, and their children yet unborn.

I am a receptor; receiving from the land of the spirits, interpreting to
the land of the living, transmitting to the ears and eyes of the children,
stories long forgotten, by the flames of the flickering lamp, in a fog
laden moonless night.

I am a warrior fighting an endless war of the mind, soul, and spirit. I am
torn between the ancient wisdom laced with a potion of mystics, and modern technology with it's bits and bytes laced in codes of java, and python

I am a king; sired from the loins of royalty, breastfed from honey
dripping black breasts of melanin laden ebony queens. My bones were cooked
in a pot of herbs concocted by gnarled fingers of the druid from a
thousand leaves, and herbs.

I am an artist of two, nay, three generations. Moulding, scribbling, carving, painting, and telling stories of a fading memory, with ochre and deep indigo coloured palette, and masonia wood.

Africa, indeed the black race may be replete with tales of sorrow, wars, and pain. I choose to see the brighter side of the black race in my practice. Stories of hope, and a glorious future for my children and lineage that will follow. I choose to see from the lens of, ‘When we were

My paintings reflect a celebration of the royalty, womanhood and the role they play in the continuation of cultural plurality in society that still holds the concept of patriarchs and matriarchs dear to the heart,
practices, where most events are celebrated and royalty still holds sway
in the decision making at the local grass-root.

Ayodele Ojo, 2019


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