GOD’sBondMan: Eight [Naked]

At the peak of our renaissance we are still in the depth. In our ugliness, we are beautiful but only in the refraction of the truth which is that our beauty is not determined by what we see but what can be seen when our eyes are sealed and singled to our origin. Our beauty is light and only a singled eye can adopt light as sight. Needless to say there can be sight in darkness; do not be deceived by its wonder

#10 Torn Paper: Love

By love,  GOD, created you,  by love, GOD sanctified you,  by love GOD guards you and guides you; by Love,  GOD breathes upon you a newness of life. By love is life. It is by love that you commune with God.

#9 Torn Paper: Colour

Every shade is a secret keeper. Every shadow is a wounded thought waiting to be healed,  every patch of light is sight.  If I am a blurred image,  I am hiding,  if I am a bold image,  I am brooding.

#8 Torn Paper – Hatred

For to hate is to die: to disconnect from the source of all existence because by love you were brought forth and by loving,  you are bought: a fort unto upholding that which is true.

DIGRESSION #2: Gratitude

I'm grateful for being great. For numbers and the grace to mark time. For the art off crime

End NOTE on Art

It's fine to feel a little achieved after every moment of survival but learn to curb the ego, alter it a little, don’t give it an altar or the alter-ego takes over and soon, you cannot find your fingerprint even on your finger.

Guard Your Art With Diligence

Your art is not feminist, racist, Marxist masculinist, fascists and all that; you are! You are a bottle, your art is wine and ugly wine-shapes are because the bottles aren't so beautiful.

God, we would meet by Olatunde Obafemi

4 cardinal points meet at my heart 3 Gods, in one: YOU formed me like art