I am African.

My father is Igbo-Egyptian. My mother is Ibibio.

My bloodline has given me many things, though most potent…is when I hear the whispers of gods older than the cross.

But is it psychosis or divine discourse? If gods speak to me, do I embrace the message? Or do I cower in my madness?

Or best yet, is there another path?

My art is the attempt at finding that midpoint. I am primarily self-taught and every new thing I learn increases my devotion to honor my ancestors.

My medium is the earth. My pieces are made either of papier maché clay or ceramic clay.

My first focus is that of the doll. Such a simple concept, yet an integral part of the human experience. Dolls speak to the child in all of us…when all gods were real, all things were equal and we lacked the fear of the unknown.

My second focus is that of the mask. Everyone has one, whether it’s real or imaginary. Masks are representations of the face, or the facade that each individual possesses.

My mission is to re-educate, provoke, seduce, and maybe even scare my audience. I want the silence of my dolls and masks to speak volumes. I want to prove that African art is not just a stolen artifact or distant memory.