Ori

I haven’t written here for a long time. It feels good to be forging a routine/rooting again. I know.  No excuses but I’ve been busy with my last experiment detailed in “Goal: Define work terms on the female principle”. The culmination of which is set for tomorrow, Monday 14th Jan when I make a grand announcement to my boss and outline my plans for 2013. In the time being, it is apt to start this year’s post not just with a ‘Happy New Year’ people and a ‘Thank you’ for encouraging me by reading me, commenting and sharing my posts throughout an erratic 2012 and promises to be more strict with myself in 2013; but to continue on the theme pervading my waking hours with this painting.

'Self Portarait for my Future Daughter or The Floating Dreamer' - Komi Olafimihan

So here is introducing a Nigerian painter, Komi Olaf, currently based in Toronto that I stumbled upon on my cousin’s facebook page and whose work I have sat with for many hours over the course of the 1 week since my discovery and now writing this blog post.

Komi Olaf is a renaissance man. A Painter, Photographer, Spoken Wordsmith. His website speaks for itself and is filled with many wonders I am still exploring and falling in love with.

I’m not an art critic, nor will I attempt to even pontificate in arty terms here. I just want you to experience the works and tell me what it provokes in you, what you thought of whilst taking it all in. For me, here is a list of the paintings that have ‘moved’ me and I want on my wall:

2013 – ‘Self Portrait for my Future Daughter or The Floating Dreamer’

2012 – ‘Nubian Empress #3’

‘Makoko Cut Out’

‘Abavusi Bungoma’

‘Ubuntu’  (No words. Just Love)

‘Igwe’ (No words. More Love)

2011 – ‘Going In’

2010 – ‘Angela Davis : ‘Radical simply means grasping things at the root’

2008 – ‘Lost’

‘Festac’

I promised myself not to make any sweeping statements and this isn’t one: 2013 is going to be a year to Go and Discover, to Remember and Remake, To follow and Nourish your ‘Ori’:  “Ori la ba bo, a ba f’orisa sile” meaning ‘It is the inner self we ought to venerate, and let divinity be.’

Olympic History

Olympic History: Fists of Freedom; a history not taught in Schools

The Olympics 2012 London Opening Ceremony has divided some, inspired others and confounded many. What has been most resonant is the rise of right-wing attitudes around what should be a celebration of our Human Family coming together to compete; as equals, in a sporting event they have all dedicated time to, sacrificed much for and whilst bringing joy and birthing a new generation of Sport enthusiasts.

For me, it was an awesome display of British tongue-in-cheek humour; an imaginative blurring of reality and fantasy; and a very sporting Queen. In all, it was british irreverence  at its best. Apt salutes to Sir Tim Berners-Lee and the punk attitude that pervades the rich music, culture, film, dance, and arts experience to be had in London. But, sadly some serious off-key attitudes persists.

Reflecting on all this and what seems to be a groundhog way of thinking – blinkered and closed, it reminds us that ignorance and closed mindedness is very much alive and thriving. And no matter how much we try to forget for a split second what is at stake and why, I share this apt article I stumbled upon whilst foraging in the world wide web of information with you all, least we forget for second and just be lost in ecstasy of competitiveness and feats of physical brilliance.

Lil Raggamuffin Summer Camp – Jamaica

This warms my heart. I love the sharing, the focus on Identity, knowledge of Africa, empowerment for the Youth and Community.

What is the Lil Raggamuffin Summer Camp? Watch this….

Show Love and support this grassroots annual project in its 6th year. Find out more on www.lilraggamuffincamp.org