Entwining biblical myth with speculative geneaology...
Digital glittertech: the tech maketh the man…
Poetic meditations involving vinyl records and right turning conch shells
Afropunk Festival, Ikorodu, Lagos, Nigera 1982. The kids came dressed as cats, we don’t know why…
Afropunk Festival, Ikorodu, Lagos, Nigera 1982. The kids came dressed as cats, we don’t know why…
A Dark Fairytale, a Mystery Ballet — for the Lunar New Year.
A Dark Fairytale, a Mystery Ballet— for the Lunar New Year.
Needs must.
Old habits die hard: when I was a teen I was preoccupied with oil crayon drawing images of my two sartorial idols, Grace Jones and David Bowie. I lost the bulk of my teen output in a fire… Fast forward decades later, the pastels have been replaced with mouse / cursor / AI and a ton of art direction. It’s still Bowie, and Ms. Jones (and all her legacy iterations: Ajak Deng, Grace Bol, et ...
Sketches for Untitled Kingdom Volume IV: “Literary & Debating Society”, an episode in which the girls at the orphanage fortuitously receive the wrong uniforms, instead of the ones ordered for them at the behest of the First Lady. The backstory: the orphan schoolgirls have now figured out how to wield certain forest magic elements in their favour, and set about to end their isolation and ...
Some AI sketches for the Late Great Dame. A long time ago I had a dream where I sat behind Elizabeth the First, among a college of priestesses (sort of arranged like a choir behind the preacher)—so I couldn’t exactly see her. Later on in the dream, a friend who appeared as a high ranking gentleman, guided me through a crowded hotel lobby to meet her. She sat in a frosted phone booth, a ...
This is pure vicarious projection. Despite my aspirations, my NYE was fairly tame, spent in the Alps amongst friends. I did sort of get stoned by the altitude and forest trees on a hike earlier in the day. Rendered me unable to drink.