This installation is an immersive experience interconnecting personal narratives, histories, experiences, and imaginaries as a form of catharsis for the poet and the viewer. Featuring poems screen printed on canvas hanging from laundry lines, the installation will also include tailored public facing performances that explores issues around womanhood, sexual and gender violence, feminine agency, healing and reimagination.
The hanging poems tell many personal stories for the viewer to experience whilst walking through the space, a physical representation of the metaphor “hanging your dirty laundry in public”.
I recently collaborated with my friend Dolapo Phillips who happens to be a wonderful dancer and performer. Beyond the fact that Dolly’s body can be likened to sculpture in itself, she was such a gem to work with. I love dance because it speaks volumes often times without saying anything at all and that […]
In december last year, i worked on a radio documentary titled Lonely In Lagos for the BBC World Service produced by Just Productions in the UK. I got to work with producer Jo Wheeler on this project who i had worked with almost ten years ago as an intern at a production company called […]
My sophomore album ‘In Memory Of Forgetting’ is finally here. Just a week ago, i decided to share it with a few friends and supporters of my work thanks to Rele gallery who provided me with their beautiful space. It didn’t quite know what to expect or how the event would turn out but i […]
I don’t remember the first time my father hit my mother. But I often remember my brother’s hands muzzling my mouth shut whilst my screaming the words ‘leave my mummy alone’ would ease its way through the spaces between his fingers. Like that Saturday morning when my sister’s friend and I were doing jumping […]
A few weeks ago, we held our second edition of Art Forum Africa in collaboration with the ArtXLagos fair to a thrilling and engaging audience. Art Forum Africa is a discourse initiative founded by myself and art blogger Bukola Oye of The Sole Adventurer blog aimed at creating opportunities for conversations around the visual […]
When I was a child the image of my mother barging through our front door pulling up her dress, pulling down her girdle and exhaling as she let our a big sigh has never quite left me. The tight elastic from the girdle would leave her yellow skin red and embossed with lines and patterns. […]
Finally my poem ‘The Banquet’ gets a visual treatment thanks to my brother and friend director/music producer Niyi XYZ Faleyimu. I asked if he could help me out with some kind of montage and i quite enjoyed what he came up with. I hope you do too.
You know one of those friends who never mind their business. Before you know it every conversation turns into a career counselling session and if there is any extra time in view, it is likely to morph into an intervention. Yes those types of friends. Those really annoying kinds that sometimes you would rather […]
THE BANQUET By Wana Udobang Never discard the bones. Boil them till the marrow slips and melts on your tongue. Nothing about you is useless Soften your heart. You need to be tender enough to soak up the flavours, temper enough to mop up the juice. You mustn’t be hard to swallow Revel in […]