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Happy 2017 & beyond.

Since 2012 I have shared a ‘new year, new me’ post with you all. Discussing the woes and hopes for the future. You may have however, realised that I missed out 2015.  I am totally shameless to say that I was depressed, low, lost and underwhelmed by life’s wonder. Did I really just admit that? I lost a lot- myself included. In 2015, I went through 6 months of physical, mental and emotion war. But I got up- and sometimes that is all it takes…getting up. Me & Art & Travel. This year (May 2016) I actively decided to become the curator of my life- to wholeheartedly go for what I want and do what I love. My first love is still here. Unchanged and messy as ever; art. Every time I pick up that paintbrush I feel the exact same feeling. I still create, I still publish and I still and always will be making. I decided to leave the freelance life as I felt a void this year. The amazing (and complicated) things that social …

I took a break away

I sit here overlooking Paris Gare du Nord Station awaiting my train home with a child peering over my shoulder (lol). I have’t felt inspired to write in a very long time. So I just picked up my laptop and decided to type. I took myself away on a whim and decided to experience life (for 3 days) by myself. Of course, this wasn’t the way that I intended, in fact, it wasn’t even initially planned alone; but that is the blessing of divine intervention. I fully believed that this was going to be one of the inevitable moments that would shape my thinking. Over the past month my mental wellbeing has suffered as a result of the stress and pressure I continually place on myself.I needed a break away. Taking the time away to be still,quiet and break away from my recently troubled mind and heart proved difficult. It didn’t take me long to realise that in order break away from my mind, I had to confront it. Confrontation of my love patterns, my …

Lynette Yiadom-Boakye @ Serpentine Gallery

  My post-graduate qualms are the reasoning behind this prolonged hiatus. With an extreme feeling of displacement, art world obstacles and lack of inspiration, I visited Lynette Yiadom-Boakye’s exhibition ‘After Dusk’ at the Serpentine Gallery. Having never visited a solo show and only seen her work in isolation, it was imperative to experience this show thoroughly- I visited twice. The exhibition showcased a selection of her new work, along with a variety of  “key paintings”. Yiadom-Boakye’s portraits are commonly large black figures that remain outsite of a particular time or moment. With this intentional awareness, I deciphered this as a call to the viewer to attempt to investigate her artist strategies. My first walk into the gallery came along with a sense of hope. The fact that these particular instituitions can carry the constructs of Black British work is highly important. Once taking in the moment I began to make my way around the gallery space. The dominant feature, I believe, of Yiadom-Boakye’s work is the use of dimension. The magnitude of her canvas pieces …

Home?

Too often after travelling, I find myself at a lost for words of how to express my feelings of being away. The notion of actually being away- physically, mentally and perhaps emotionally too. I had a conversation with my incredible friend Dayo about the dialogues surrounding home. I realised that I feel most comfortable in the sky; travelling. Whereever or whatever I make my home, it will translate. Because ‘Home’ to me has become a sensibility, a feeling- an insight. What life has taught me about being removed from my social constructs, is that the world is a learning space. My ventures are still incomplete. I suppose, in a way this is a “note to self” to keep that fire, that drive to return home. The wanderlust, I hope, will never cease.  

Sorry you feel uncomfortable

There are times when I have so many ideas, so much work and not enough confidence. I’m trying. As you all have been questioning- the reclusive bubble is still there; always there. The only way I can pop it (I’ve realised) is to do ‘things’. Therefore, I’m doing a lot of things. I stepped out of my comfort zone and decided to be a part of a collective for Rivington Place (The gallery that I’m so passionate about). This has proved to be one of the most enriching, challenging and educational experiences yet. Though I’m still in the middle of my paintings I wanted to share the exhibition on Friday 22nd August 2014. The collective is called SORRYYOUFEELUNCOMFORTABLE. Though I wasn’t there for the name choice, it speaks to me and my works on an array of levels. It fits, as most of the time I am the one who feels uncomfortable. As for writing- I have been to exhibitions, experienced it, felt it but just haven’t typed it. Sometimes I feel like thats exactly …

Book Review- The Diary of Frida Kahlo

To present your lifes journey and delve deep in to who you really are showcases vulnerability at its heighest point. It is of great difficulty to communicate the fear of life or the depiction of ones life struggles. Frida Kahlo documents the fight between health, love and artistry in ‘The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An initimate self portrait’. Having once studied Kahlo’s work, I have always felt a connection within the representation of culture and reality. However, dissecting this diary I have a new found passion for questioning the notions of self portraiture. What does it actually mean to embody ‘self’? Kahlo went through many earlier health struggles and later on in her teenage years suffered a near death experience (of which is illustrated in the majority of her famous paintings). Though many of us know the story and the paintings, we forget the writing. As I read on through the diary, which of course has pages of paintings and sketches, I began to get emotional. It is almost as though you can feel her …