The inner head, the Orí-Inú, rules the human destiny of the individual based on their personality and the way it guides their behaviours. It is believed that before birth, in the spiritual realm Ọ̀run, you choose your head and from that point onwards the course of your worldly existence. 

The paint holds secrets, blurred facial features, the anonymity of those beloved. Hands grace the face of the table. The table holds them there – something to gather around, sit under, and talk over.

A surface must already exist in order to leave a trace. The paradox being that sometimes you are not leaving anything, but taking something away.

A brief manifesto for a project surrounding the caring society, ecofeminism and textile based work.

A priest, married to an atheist, who doesn’t go to Church.

The cellular pattern warped and waned across the ridges, jagged white lines cutting through the dark.