Posts that talk about where I get my core ideas about the experience of being an artist in Uganda.
We want to be brave. We want to face the fear and not run for once. We want that when the convulsions start, despite them we will be able to press on into life and living whatever each would demand. While our minds explain to us that the peace and tranquility we long for so …
Continue reading "The artist’s moratorium; the Human’s moratorium"
Beauty. Sight. Its subject. The object. The best and most beautiful things in life are too far and too extricated from us; so intangible, so transient, so ethereal, they are known because they are felt and only felt because of the consequence of their beauty- the glorious, numinous state of an impermanent human prosperity. Yet …
Continue reading "The human moratorium; sedation by uninspiration."
Why the art I make? People have always called my music different for so many reasons. Sometimes its too intense, too depressing, sounds too “white and western” or just generally isn’t an identifiable sound resembling all the other music going on in Uganda at this time. This has always made me uncomfortable because I am …
Why the art that is made? Humans have been making art for some time and continue to do so. But why? Where did this all begin? What purposes begun this apart from the reasons we know that sustain it? From the backdrop of the last entry, and amidst so much more that wasn't necessarily articulated …
Why the art you make? Why just the amount of art you make as well? Why the way you make the art you make? Why not like the other artist? Why? So many people ask me why I don't do more with my art. Why don't you write more? Why don't you sing more? Why …
Within this process of contemplation and resultant education concerning the female and her art, I have been drawn to trying to understand the African female story and how it affects and relates to the Ugandan female artist, and eventually to myself and to others like me. It's literally been four months of sitting into all …
Continue reading "The Artistic matriarch; Herself, for Africa"
"The voice of a Black woman should always be herself. No edits - no erasure - no pressure - no expectations - no additions - no intruders." MALEBO SEPHODI. I grew up in an ignorance that ironically existed with the incongruous knowledge, that whining about how inopportune it was to be a woman, under the guises of …
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The emphasis for the next two months under aUgandanArtist is the Matriarch. In December last year, I decided that the next three months of this year would be the allotted time to delve, and delve deeply into the oceans of my speculation concerning the artistic matriarch. It needed to be deep enough that I'd have something …
“I climbed up a lion of rock There overlooking the swirls of the world. All the shifting of sands that I saw. Conflicting energy giving and taking, the fluid grace of it all. Billowing shadows of clouds in the sand While waves lay down all stretched and taught Folding and wrinkling back to the source …
I’ve got this friend. I don’t think you know him. But you’ve probably seen him before. He’s everywhere and usually, I’m right behind him. We are different and the same. They say he looks a lot like me, but that isn’t true; though in some ways it must be, since people say it a lot. …
Continue reading "Bronte: as visibly invisible as my millenial self"
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