My creative endeavor is truly for the world to enjoy. They are elements of inspiration revealing fragments of my imagination. One of the greatest sources of joy I have derived in this life comes from my ability to create; I am lost in them and become one with them.
Inspirations are derived from everything around me, from the sounds of running water to the quiet of the night, I hear sounds of inspiration, I feel nuances from the silence of the dark, just as I do from the bright daylight of the morning.
Creativity for me is a continuous daily part of my life; I am continuously striving to keep still, so as not to drowned by my creative prospects or everything around me that inspires me too. From the noise of the city around me and even from the cluster of my own creative self, I always juggle to find the find beauty in everything, as well as strive to add to the quality of our lives through my interpretation of the world around me. I believe that we all have a role to play in influencing our community as well as society, and yes but for the better…
I love life, and all the prospects that life offers, I wish to in my little way let my little light shine, by creating works of art that will bring visual-aesthetic enrichment, as well as promote unique creative prospects of enriching our world.
The burst of the sun, the coolness of the night are of great resources for me. Just as I have had an insurmountable and uncontrollable joy in the creation of this exhibit, it is my hope that you too, will experience the visual and emotional excitement of the figments of my imagination.
Figments of my imagination artist musing
As night falls, I drift into emptiness
Since you are not here,
For the stillness of the night brings on a lonely song
I dread the night, for it is but another loveless time for me.
I hear the crickets and night gale sing, and the moon light and
stars lights up the skies, though it is a quite atmosphere,
but my heart glides away in a hundreds of places.
The sounds of loneliness and the imageries
of times spent with you,
the flicking sight of hope, and
Dreams, fades away, so fast.
My head, is clustered with rhythm of joy,
but my heart is drowned by pitfall and mystery.
I conjure imagries of hope, fanning the hurts and
scares to happier and sweet memories.
I search for meaning in the mess, hope in my hopelessness and
a miracle from my misery. I soon drift away to a dreamland…
Lights flicking in my mind in a burst of kaleidoscope, and
My fractured heart like a crushed rose soon leaps for joy.
Drained and dampened,
windswept by the roughness of time, pale and
Wrinkle I get… but all I could do are but sit and
sketch on paper fragments of my imagination.
I like this place, oh what a dream,
Oh what a dream, it reveals those sights, and
Sounds of hope. They are beautiful,
Oh no Randy and Melissa,
I will want to stay here in my dreams,
please do not wake me up,
for I just want to embrace the fragments of my imagination.
And create these images for your city.
Timothy UfuomaEfe Orikri – August 2011
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