I appreciate art and artists. Victor Ekpuk is one of my favorite artists for his use of an ancient Igbo script called Insibidi. I first met Victor during the inauguration of the first permanent African exhibition at the North Carolina Museum of Art. During his visit to the Raleigh area, I hosted a cool farm dinner at Sparkroot in Moncure. Another favorite porter was making a bowl for me and decided to bring it to the dinner for Victor to stamp his Insibidi signature on the still-wet clay vase. After dinner while guests were hanging around just to absorb the last warm of the togetherness, a beautiful vase was pulled from a van and presented to Victor for his signature.
Instead of a signature, he paused for a while and bow down as if in ritual, he but a symbol on one side and then turned the delicate vase to exactly opposite side of the first symbol. The two symbols looked majestic to me. When I inquired what they meant, the first one meant divorce, divided or apart, the second one stands for togetherness, marriage or unity. The vase was then glazed in a kiln and I had the opportunity of pilling firewood and keeping it going for a whole two day. I was therefore present as it was pulled out of the kiln looking as gorgeous as a museum piece. I keep that vase as a representation of the various stages of my life and the relationships that accompany those stages.
We became fans of each other and I doubt that the first dinner was the last with both artists. I have other merchandise and from the two of them. I was delighted to see a popular African novel by Chinua Achebe with a redesigned cover by Victor. It will be another addition to my collection of both books and Insibidi items.
This story has two characters, from the artist to the symbols on the vase, from the two continents represented by the artists to the two races and gender.
As I took the glazed vase home. I remembered the first African movie I went to at 12 years. It was a sad movie but with a memorable title of Love Brewed in an African Pot. I shed many tears, enough to soak my handkerchief, part of my sleeves as well as my chest. The movie was a true AfricIkhide R Ikheloady. For a flirting moment, I rubbed my finger across the rough markings on the vase that symbolize unity and smiled to myself. I had managed to bring the staff of the local museum, two artists, some of my great local fans, farmers and activists all together all to share love that was brewed in an African pot. The tears that rolled down my cheeks were tears of joy.
Yet there is a common theme of togetherness with a grand goal. Food brought all the people together and the one message I shared in a bid to make a trilogy, is that our food is falling apart. A new redesign of the iconic novel with a more culturally appropriate cover should wake us up. I wonder what the high priest of letters Ikhide R Ikheloa would say about that “critica mata?