Working along side la falaise dreams come true
Vernissage ce soir au Comptoir 1909, Grand-Bassam.
🎥 @le_jacobin_noir
“L'art d'aimer”, une exposition imaginée par la curatrice @LaurenceChauvin -Buthaud en coproduction avec la @galeriestuder .
the pleasure of creating with María
last summer
a hundred degrees in Los Angeles
covered in sweat and paint
ivory black in my eye didn’t hurt
matadors and ranchers
María laughs
at my contorted “trying to see less” face
melting
the stage
performance and
mascks
c’est fini in three hours
Carrying chisom’s easel From lion bar
To the street to roll it back on tobi’s skateboard
A group of women pass i think they’re all matching i’m struggling to carry the weight of the easel from lagos through the sand
We exchange bonsoirs in the dark
more french and then strong laughter
Ugo heard “tonight i saw
Moses Hamborg’s latest body of work, Taxon, is a series of oil paintings that explores transcendence. Painted from models in Shanghai, Taxon furthers Hamborg’s commitment to the immediacy of live portraiture. Central to the series is Wu Xing —Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, and Water—the ancient Chinese fivefold conceptual scheme that emphasizes the mutable nature of the universe. Hamborg’s paintings question how moral and symbolic classifications contrast with physical differentiation in the natural world.
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In dakar the neighborhood where I lived for the past two years is a recent development. It’s near the old airport. I was told it was given to a man by the previous president, macky sall. It’s still being built. I’ve watched homes grow tall (brick by brick). The building materials are transported by horse-drawn carts. Empty spaces not filled with sun-drying bricks are used as stables. I hear the sound of trotting hooves and rumbling carts over unpaved roads from my room. Driven by boys named wednesday. If im lucky i’ll hear a neighing horse. It’s a quiet neighborhood relative to the city - you’ll hear an array of active noises throughout the day. At night almost silent. Nothing close. But if you wander you can hear something new. I see horses illuminated by artificial street lamps - long shadows. I’ve had plans to experiment with night painting to get a unique light effect close to my walks. Penda agreed to sit for me. I worked in the dark, switching the lights on to see my own. The effect ended not so obvious. However i did appreciate the glow on penda’s dress that she designed herself. I research paintings of helios the sun god and his horse-drawn chariot. The god of sight. Shining. The one above. Brother of moon and dawn. Ever turning. I had thoughts of doing a nocturne of the phares de mamelles (the lighthouse down the street just above the volcanic cliffs of ibrahim’s beach). Finally, a radiant Penda, looking out, set against a beaming (moonlike) horse and atop the breast
the light house
