Why the art I make? People have always called my music different for so many reasons. Sometimes its too intense, too depressing, sounds too “white and western” or just generally isn’t an identifiable sound resembling all the other music going on in Uganda at this time. This has always made me uncomfortable because I am … Continue reading Why the art I make; The Imperative.
Why the art that is made? Humans have been making art for some time and continue to do so. But why? Where did this all begin? What purposes begun this apart from the reasons we know that sustain it? From the backdrop of the last entry, and amidst so much more that wasn’t necessarily articulated … Continue reading Why I make art; To be.
Why the art you make? Why just the amount of art you make as well? Why the way you make the art you make? Why not like the other artist? Why? So many people ask me why I don’t do more with my art. Why don’t you write more? Why don’t you sing more? Why … Continue reading Why art; The odds.
Pseudo Beautiful- Quasi cute; A Kind of Beautiful A “hey, wassap! whatchu do?” would maybe suffice. But asking if my braids are real is so not nice. Oh. Of all the first things that could come out of your mouth. So yes, Ok. I do. I kind of have an accent. But it’s because I … Continue reading A kind of beautiful