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Visual Art

Expressionism as a Medium of Communicating in the Millennial

Regina Ogwuche


Over time Art has been one of the most beautiful, passionate and detailed form of expressionism known to mankind and the world. It is known to portray and communicate the feelings, visions, thoughts and believes of the curator with the use of various Artistic materials and medium to display ideas as symbols and objects. Usually, it tells the tale and life experiences of the Artist, thereby giving its audience a glimpse and feel of the creator’s journey. Artists have been known to harness their craft and skills in order to show and express to their audience what they were feeling or thinking at the moment of the piece’s creation.

According to Adegboro Blessing Gbemileke, (Jahbless) a multi disciplinary contemporary visual Artist, “My art actually talks about the beauty and painful side of life because I am inspired by the facial expressions of humans and that is the major driving force of my art.

“My Art usually portrays an expression of what the picture is having in mind, and it is expressed with my choice of colour. I work as an expressionist artist.

Artwork by: Adegboro Blessing

“I basically make use of the three major colors, Blue, Red, Yellow but in particular, you’ll always see Yellow and purple in my work.

“Painting, in my perspective, is the act of interpreting and expressing my feelings by solving them with the use of colours,” Adegboro Blessing explains.

Art work by: Adegboro Blessing

The Ondo state native who completed his National Diploma (ND) at the polytechnic of Ibadan In 2016 and also his Higher National Diploma (HND) program at Yaba College of Technology as a painter in 2019 disclosed that he draws influence from various Artists including, Olusegun Adejumo, Edosa Ogiugo and Ejoh Wallace.

 

 

 

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Poetry

Toxic Flame

by Rukkayah Iman
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I kicked, i screamed, I fought. It didn’t matter.
I cried, I died, I grieved. It still didn’t matter
I yelled my prayers out laboring to escape
But there were no angels to my rescue,
only the devil in human shape.
Fractured in two, an exhilarating burn,
a fire you forcefully started that
still within me burns,
drought in the river; I cried a river.
Removing the breathes out my chest,
leaving me to quiver.
As loud as a new born child,
I shrieked no repeatedly
for the new born pain you implanted into me.
There was drought in the river
and then there was blood.
It just kept pouring,
there was a bloody flood.
Art work by: IyunOla Sanyaolu
And here I am again
trapped, kicking, my body seizing,
trying to run and increase
the volume of my screams,
until I wake up in a puddle of sweat,
struggling to swim away, it was just a dream,
It’ll fade away, but it doesn’t.
I have a mountain of tissues,
I make paper planes
I use them to try and escape the shame.
The pain, It sits with me through the rain,
it attacks my mind before I sleep,
I’ve tried counting but instead I’m
being chased by my blood stained Sheep,
I couldn’t escape it then,
I still can’t escape it now.
I grieve everyday for the old me,
the happy me, the carefree me, free spirit me.
Even my therapy sessions can’t set my soul free.
Forceful fire, I mistakenly burn my loved ones with this heat,
forceful fire, my war wounds are not visible, the kind of ones you cannot treat.
So I grieve every single day for the old me,
the one that got away, with a bulk of me.
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Art work by: @iyunOla