RAINBOW RACE 4
TITLE:- RAINBOW RACE 4 MEDIUM:- Hardened Fabric and acrylic (mixed media) SIZE:- 30'' x 24'' inches DATE:- 2016
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RAINBOW RACE 3
TITLE:- RAINBOW RACE 3 MEDIUM:- Hardened Fabric and acrylic (mixed media) SIZE:- 30'' x 24'' inches DATE:- 2016
RAINBOW RACE 2
RAINBOW RACE 2 ARTIST:- O'dare Adenuga TITLE:- RAINBOW RACE 2 MEDIUM:- Hardened Fabric and acrylic (mixed media) SIZE:- 30'' x 24'' inches DATE:- 2016 DESCRIPTION:- My artistic social commentary on racism and the havoc like hatred and vengeance which color differences as generated among human race..... MY QUESTION" what if all part of our body have different colors? Will you love one part than the another? Will you stab one part for another?....... #alllivesmatter
SPROUT ON A DESERT
medium:- mixed media dimension:-124cm by 92cm Artist:- o’dare Adenuga ‘015 At a point in time, he looked around himself and founds nothing interesting but weakling hope and aspirations; even when the hope is covered by dust, his aspirations elevates him above the sands to becoming a full grown acacia. Now they find sprout emerging on a dry desert and it marvelled all creatures, where did it get water?, how come did he survive it ? who gave it life?, that's all they could ask. CLOSE SHOT OF SPROUT ON A DESERT
RAINBOW RACE 1
ARTIST:- Dare Adenuga TITLE:- Rainbow Race 1 MEDIUM:- Hardened Fabric and acrylic (mixed media) SIZE:- 30'' x 24'' inches DATE:- 2016 DESCRIPTION:- My artistic social commentary on racism and the havoc like hatred and vengeance which color differences as generated among human race. RAINBOW RACE 1
Title:- AJULO OPIN. Medium :- mix media
In respect to the Art piece (AJULO OPIN). this wonderful beautiful poem was written by J.Ade.. The poem, with no doubt compliments and simultaneously supplement this art piece, pls read and enjoy with love.. BEAUTY FROM ASHES What holds thee, thou air, Vexing my bowels with awe? Just as to the lions' den In misgiving culling the next. Change looms in the clime With instincts of ordeal. Arming myself with brush and pen, I set loose on an aiming quest. What words can allure you? What sublimity can charm your fancy? Can anything good bloom, Spring from my old tattered self? Light did came out of darkness, same as beauty from ashes. All there is to fancy From thorns swells a rose. What words then Would arrest my tidings? What beauty now Would illuminate my shabby decayed soul? '. . . Except a grain falls to the ground and dies, ...