This is the anthem of my journey, floating through the art world, paving roads for me and my people. I started with one word echoing in my mind: Purpose— What is mine, what is ours, as we wear the label of this so-called "African Contemporary Art"? What does it mean to live, breathe, and move through this space? Who do we answer to, what truths do we claim? The essence of our soul drips through the art we offer the world—but who is watching, and how do we feed their spirits? I’ve learned to o...

This is the anthem of my journey, floating through the art world, paving roads for me and my people. I started with one word echoing in my mind: Purpose— What is mine, what is ours, as we wear the label of this so-called "African Contemporary Art"? What does it mean to live, breathe, and move through this space? Who do we answer to, what truths do we claim? The essence of our soul drips through the art we offer the world—but who is watching, and how do we feed their spirits? I’ve learned to o...