I used a fairly straightforward reference image of myself at the TWA Lounge (JFK), peppered in some psychedelia prompts in Midjourney that matched the era and ended up with these:
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.
It’s always Fashion Week in the Realm of the Spirits. The entire spectrum of animal existence blends together and synthesizes: this is true meaning of couture.
As a teenager, nothing gave me more pleasure than painting portraits of my two heroes: Grace Jones and David Bowie. The habit has resuscitated itself as of late, and I find myself exploring the Kabuki aspects of Ziggy Stardust… with some Weimar-era cabaret thrown in for good measure.
As kids, back in Nigeria, sometimes we’d go strolling with my aunt in the evenings to get nocturnal treats, roadside cornucopia of roast corn, plantains, akara, suya from food vendors lining the night streets with large vats of oil, burning coal pits, aromas intoxicating and magical… My aunt sternly warned us not to stare at people because not everyone at the Night Market was ...
Fly Nigeria: A jade suite for Nigerian Independence Day.
The iconic West African magazine, Drum, which shuttered sometime in the ’80s, revived to take a look at Nigeria at 62.
A few character sketches for the graphic novel “Untitled Kingdom” set in a Biafran war orphanage hidden in the midst of the Bayelsa Forest.
An assortment of Party Animals. A few (some unvarnished) Midjourney character sketches.
“Yes, I’ve heard of the ‘three eights’. Fascinating concept.”
When Olokun, god of the oceans, threatened to discipline humanity with yet another deluge, Obatala the sky god intervened: it was decided that Olokun be restrained in the watery depths. For this, Ogun, god of war and technology was called upon. Ogun, like his Graeco-Roman analogues, Hephaestus / Vulcan is your talented blacksmith, technologist, and master of weapons. Like his Mediterranean ...