My desire as an artist is simply to create beauty. In a world that often feels overwhelmingly dark, the creation of beauty matters deeply.
-Omobolaji Oluwasola
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A Tribute to Ailey: Color Mosaic
Acrylic on Canvas
60in H x 48in W
For Sale: $8,000
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Did You Know Black Women Could Fly?
Acrylic on Canvas
48in W x 60in H
For Sale: $5,000
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A Tribute to Ailey: Inner Peace
Acrylic on Canvas
48in W x 60in H
For Sale: $7,000
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A Tribute to Ailey: Liberation
Acrylic on Canvas
48in W x 60in H
For sale
A Multimedia Installation consisting of 20 individual pieces.
For sale as one installation. Individual pieces not for sale.
Hair Bouquet:
An Ode to Self Love
Hair Bouquet:
An Ode to Self Love
A Visual Poem
One of the reflective prompts at Òmìnira’s “Love Table” is an invitation to write yourself a love letter. Here is mine:
Part 1. Spring
Dear Bola,
Springtime birthed you.
Patiently and properly pruned,
Radiantly you’ve bloomed.
In the midst of clouds, rain, & darkness. In
New moons, you’ve manifested light.
Grown through groans and ingrown moans
Luminously
Obsidian
Voluminously
Effervescent
Part 2. Summer
Scarred by Summer’s Heat
Uprooted yet Undetterred. You Phoenix.
Molten Mother. Made the fire your playground.
Marveled at it’s refining power.
Endeavored to stare the sun in it’s eye.
Refusing to wink though tempted to shrink. Daring instead to go blind.
Luminously
Obsidian
Voluminously
Effervescent
Part 3. Autumn
Autumn taught you about falling
Under the weight of brokenness;
The necessity of Rest; Of
Undoing; Underscored humanity;
Meditating on your weaknesses; Becoming Unashamed;
Needing mercy; Needing grace; Forgiving yourself. Nonpareil Nonetheless.
Luminously
Obsidian
Voluminously
Effervescent
Part 4. Winter .
Winter’s hypothermic threats left you bruised. Blue. Bleeding.
Innocence irrelevant to icy touch. You’ve
Never liked the cold. Freezing foreign to this bloodline.
Tempted to turn bitter.
Entered in disappointment. Anxiety. Betrayal. Depression. Heartbreak. Death.
Realized, re-realized, and re-realize a frozen heart is a dead heart. Steadfast You beat.
Learned Agape outweighs eros. This
Odyssey through life’s seasons
Veered me to truth and
Eternal love.
Part 5. The Benediction
I’m proud of you
Refusing to seek liberation in
imaginations too small to free themselves
From self-constructed prisons.
You prefer heavenly harmonies
to human applause
You hum with rejoicing angels
Like theirs, your wings have never been ornamental.
More fully embracing
The Divinity who turned your heart palatial.
How beautiful is the worship poured out here? What fullness? What joy.
I’m astounded you once contemplated
Sacrificing this soul’s beauty
On the altar of a wedding ring.
What deception could possess you to pawn
passion for piranha?
What prize? What pity? What pain?
Forgive yourself, again.
So I Slipped on a White Dress
Poured myself a glass of wine
Said “I do” to Me Instead
My cup runneth over
