I am a “now” artist, living today in Africa which is open to other regions of the world. I have good friends in some of these regions with constant and easy flow of information like communicating with Marion Pancrazi in far away France without language or distance barriers. Also I stroll the streets of Nigeria scrounging, scavenging digging, picking or collecting used and refused items from sites of their last abode. Circuit Boards, CD Plates, Diskettes, Empty cans, Old newspaper/Magazine prints, Ropes, Fabrics, Condensers, Wood stumps, Copper wires have Journey their way from these dumps to my studio where they play in concert with factory made art materials to assume new life. When recharged they beat their supposed transience and can outlive its creator (the artist). My strolling the streets also take me to cyber cafes where youths and adults throng to browse the streets of far away continents through a mouse click which reminds one of columns of red cap chiefs with town folks around an obese iroko tree in a clearing within a sacred grove.

This situation I dub “a global face of same essence and shifting forms” from the L.C.D screen of the computer monitor I can discern faces of beautiful people of the world albeit the insurgence of banal events. I see a Caucasian or African girl dress in Indian sari, a German with aso oke, wares from outermost parts of the world made accessible through the mouse click, I read about the Sioux Indians and even the different hurricanes across America, Europe and Asia. For me the ease of information flow is first all about a new would with boundless borders in a virtual reality (not physically though). From the height of our refuse dumps one can also access our level of interaction with other parts the world. Some products are entirely new to us while some are exported in its raw state only to come back as refined products. A typical example in fashion is the “spaghetti top” which has its prototype from the Fulani. Our world is a metaphorical Global village with different sections, cities, towns, crannies, streets, foliages, waters, being condensed into a microcosm of architectonic configurations and put inside the radio/ computer as the chief Shaman of a postmodern age. In its concatenation of ideas, digital supremacy has ensured an ubiquity is carried even in our pockets wherever we are, it is in our cars, in our houses, churches and other cultural or social gatherings as GSM phones, calculators, palm tops, laptops, radio and other variants that can be found in the computer shenanigans to the extent that man becomes the whole landscape of his world. The cliché of Global village then goes beyond its vulgar use to accommodate its effect on our spirituality because we encounter new realities as ‘a thing outside of the thing’ an eucharistic metaphor with paradigmatic changes.
Art in whatever manner it is expressed should reflect the internal dynamics of its society. As an African artist from Nigeria; experiencing recent changes, it is natural to explore those realities of today’s Africa and not to shuffle my head in dunes like an ostrich. Africa is yet on a new course of transition; that of changing forms, shifting ethos, new positions, status, paradigms which presents a chimerical experience. In this rite of passage its cosmogony can also be altered but not its essence. Cultures have been known to change when it encounters other civilizations however the “danger occurs only when there is either total assimilation or cultural insularity” (Ezeh 2004:7). Knowing your identity and taking it beyond your locality is central to my themes (see Our Queen For All) Ezeh futher suggests that in our Globalization process “ any part of our human family that has something useful for the rest of the human kind must be allowed to retain and export it if need be” (lbid) Africanity in a village square can only be enhanced in an environment where we know who we are, where we are from, our present state and projections. African-ness is a totality of your being i.e. if you are from Africa and not a subject of hypocritical verbal insinuations while your attitudes, wardrobes, libraries, mannerisms are all imported outside the shore of Africa which I see as Diasporic mentality’. In my paintings (which have prevalence of faces) are to be seen “the heart-shape face trend, a typology that is spread through out sub-Sahara pre-colonial African sculptures.
In art or culture Africans have not been conservative and like the Igbos of southern Nigeria would say ‘Egbe bere-ugo bere’ let the, falcon perch, let the eagle perch” there have existed a cross-cultural fertilization in their art forms or content (See ‘Portuguese soldiers in an event Benin Arts) while being myself, an African, my orientation in art is a rejection of manmade boundaries, regions, religions, sections, Creed, Colour and all such fixations which Agbayi says “pitches man against man, they erect barricades, wall; we against you. You against them, the Oriental against the Occidental, Africans against Westerners and a most unfortunate fallout of the scramble and partition of African, Africans against Africans” (Agbayi 2004:9) from any part of the world we come from, lets live in a boundless world with inexhaustible possibilities because when the spirit is free the individual experiences total freedom.