Thursday, 27 September 2018

My muse has flown.


After the euphoria which died at the end of my most recent painting Nyarinya, which as I have earlier mentioned, was the largest oil painting I have done, I have sort of lost the will to paint. I am at a loss for subject matter, medium or mode and have been staring at blank canvases for the past week.

One option would be to go back to semi-completed paintings (you know, those ones that at some point we become stuck on and can't proceed) and attempt to make a more detailed finale.

Would have loved to make another huge painting before the Society for Nigerian Artists exhibition in a few weeks time (well, huge by my standards is the 36 inches by 36 inches blank canvas winking at me) but it just isn't happening.

A final option would be to just go back to bed - ID Extra and Crime & Investigation and Candy Crush being my companion. Getting to level 2574 is not 'snuff spit' as my people would say (giving myself a pat on the shoulder till the muse returns).

Another Art Shop for supplies?

Hi everyone,

It's really difficult finding painting material in Port Harcourt. Apart from the usual Art World at Rumuola, I'm not sure there's any other place worth its salt for paint, canvas and other related art material. I wonder how the Fine Arts students at the University of Port Harcourt and Colleges of Education cope with this monopoly.

Wouldn't it be a lot of relief if we had another Art shop in town?

Monday, 24 September 2018

New Horizon Exhibition

My two paintings, Family and African Woman were part of the exhibition at New Horizon Exhibition organised by Discova Art Centre in Port Harcourt from September 8 to 16, 2018.

Some highlights from the opening day.





Saturday, 22 September 2018

Nyarinya

This painting I think took a lot of my energy over the past weeks as it's the first time I have painted this large. I had no excuses as my mentor had given me huge canvas frames to encourage me to stretch bigger canvases and paint large.

I observed the model (somewhat covertly) from my car window at a busy street intersection. She was full of joy, holding in her hands two bags - one a plastic black bag usually given at open markets to carry purchased items home and the other a bag of 'pure water' to quench thirst in our hot climes. I admired the flow of her hijab and the joy on her face. Her hijab was not this peach colour but I leaned on artistic licence and prompting from my daughter to change the colour.