Description

An experimental abstract that suggests the depressing stupor so many creatives go through in between productions.  Sometimes, it’s boredom, confusion, or even tiredness. But inside these states, clarity and creativity could interestingly still be birthed.  This work is a product of one of such blocks from Ernest Agoba. He says, “My palette was messy. My hands were filthy. My head was heavy, and my mood was sour.   However, I could not afford to lose the oil paint on my palette and those I had smeared here and there.  In those same moments of confusion, I grabbed my palette knives and brushes and scrubbed onto a blank abandoned canvas”.