So yeah I’m kind of just looking for a bunch of calabar people to follow.
Aprox. 10pm 12 November 2013
I was on the tube on my way back from the studio and this guy with a massive portfolio full of paintings gets on. I wasn’t that interested because obviously people carry all sorts on the underground.
At some point I start smelling paint and I look over to this guy and he is putting on a mini random art show. He’s taking out his paintings and showing them to the whole carriage smiling the whole while.
I really though it was the coolest thing because the underground atmosphere is icy to say the least and he didn’t even care. He finished and just started waiting for his stop. He wasn’t even trying to convince anyone to buy anything.
So it’s one stop before mine and in my mind i’m trying to convince myself to go up to this guy and compliment him and ask about his life. The whole walk over there my heart was pounding like I was dying. You would’ve thought I was going to ask him to donate a kidney or something.
So I walk over and say hi, I loved your performance, do you have a card or a website I could visit. Then he says no, me and my friends are trying to get into a gallery so we’re raising money to promote ourselves.
Then he asks where I get off and i’m like this one and he says me too. So we get off and as we’re walking to the exit another guy hops of the train and starts talking to him. He gets his number and tells him how much he liked his work.
His name is Harvir (Harveer?) and he’s from Israel. He’s only just arrived and is moving around constantly with a bunch of friends. He tried really hard to convince me to buy a painting but i’m really broke at the moment. I did however get his number and told him if I come into any money I will be calling him.
I really like a piece called Gangster Hippos because as soon as I saw it I thought Gangster Hippos and it turns out that’s exactly what he had called it. He said it represented how bankers are thieves feeding on the public and I simply liked it because it was quirky.
Anyway, Harvir and I parted ways outside the station with a goodluck and goodnight. If you see Harvir somewhere in London, say hi and buy a painting, just not Gangster Hippos (I’m still considering it) his prices range from £60 to £90.
Dammit I wish I took a picture now.
Being Black does not automatically make you african. Seriously. I feel offended when people do this. Being african is bigger than a race or skin tone. My identity is not something you can adopt simply because you like our culture and customs or simply because you can tie a head wrap like them africans do
I don’t know it’s just that sometimes I can’t be bothered to leave my bed.
Yesterday, I was talking to one of the art department girls on the set i’m currently working on. She asks me where I’m from I say Nigeria she goes Oh my God my best friend is Nigerian. I was like oh really cool. Then she goes here name is Amarachi something something, do you know her?
I froze, looked at her and then I was like No!.
What an annoying thing to ask?
Seriously??????? Nigeria is two times bigger than the UK!!! You don’t see me asking if you know all my british friends on this small Island.
I can’t deal with these ignorant things. If she’s your best friend you should probably attempt to learn a bit more about where she’s from. Like maybe her country is big, packed full of people and is not a small village where everyone knows everyone and their dog.
And on her worst hair day, her head wears a crown of glory