Yusuff Aina Art for THEVICTORIAO

Blog Feature – The HeART of Ainaism with Yusuff Aina.

I met Aina Eniyan via Instagram. Like many of his clients.

Our conversation was brief and we set up a time that would be convenient for us both to meet. To be honest I was not exactly nervous, because like many other artists I have met, they always seem cool and humble.

So I went to his studio.

The studio was a mash up of creative energy and genius. Spending hours there daily would make you work something beautiful up, no matter how crude you are. He told me many secrets to his consistent growth and success.

Kindly read on.

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My Ake Festival experience (1)

Lace dresses are for inaugurations or formal events (says the voice inside my head), but mama’s going to wear it anyway! So, in other to get myself fully prepared for any form of atmosphere, I put on a short sleeve lace dress made by Tash Apparel, simple ballerina flats and a matching headband to vibe with all the positive energy I was already giving off. Nothing prepared me for what was going to come after…

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Unveiling the matriarch- KWEYVE’S Art

There is a kind of “power” and “mystery” about the black person. through history, thinking about our brilliance, the things we have been through, boundaries we have broken and just like the way that we look, the way that we are, feel like there is so much strength in us, as much as i try to Portray “obviously” the African men, the magic- Hafsat Sani Sami. Continue reading

A Play at the University of Ibadan- Death and the King’s Horseman

“The play opens with Elesin Oba, a local village chieftan as he walks through the local market, followed by a praise-singer. The king has died recently, and, as a horseman to the king, Elesin is to commit ritual suicide so that he may accompany him to the afterlife.

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Cri de coeur collection

 Winner 04 Let the Oceans rage My Heart will still age When snow falls like crystals And my life seems like a ritual But I tell you it’s only winter I’ve always been a winner She has a grip on me so fierce Her cold breath won’t let me rest She know ...