In this blog, I share the story behind my stained glass artwork of Tonton Touré, a cherished elder from my neighborhood in Guinea. As the last of my grandmother’s generation still with us, Tonton Touré is a living memory, a bridge between the past and present. Despite his age and hardships, he inspires with strength, wisdom, and unwavering connection to our community.

As I picked up my hammer and chisel, I was introduced to the raw potential of a simple block of wood. With each deliberate tap, I watched in fascination as the contours of a human face began to emerge from the wood. This transformation was a physical process and a manifestation of the mask's evolving narrative. From the intricate braids to the elegant bun and, finally, to the vibrant afro, every change in hairstyle was a testament to my growing skills and the deepening connection I felt with the mask. Each new style told a different story, adding layers of complexity and personality to the wooden figure.

Being an African means more than just a geographical origin; it is an embrace of our culture, an acceptance and pride in our roots, regardless of its perceived shortcomings. It's about seeing past the poverty and the dirt, recognizing the continent's richness. Africa is not just a landmass to me; it is the cradle of my artistic ideas, the core of my identity. Whenever I travel back to Africa, I immerse myself fully in what it means to be part of this vibrant culture. I adopt the local attire, share meals from a communal plate, and engage in daily rituals like swiping the compound clean every morning and evening, just as my aunty does. These actions connect me to a way of life about community, simplicity, and a deep-rooted sense of belonging.

Today's experience was an eye-opening reminder of the harsh realities and struggles faced in Guinea, particularly in what should be a simple task: renewing a passport. My journey in renewing my long-expired Guinean passport, initially a practical decision to facilitate easier travel to Guinea, unfolded into an enlightening and challenging ordeal.

As I sit and reflect on my work, I appreciate my artistic abilities and the courage it takes to be an artist. Being an artist isn't easy, but every artist I know does it for the love of art. My grandfather, Ousbi, said, "You chose to be an artist, now you must love what you do. With love, you can create beautiful art."

It's funny how sometimes you don't appreciate the beauty of your backyard until you've seen the rest of the neighborhood. Born in Guinea, I'd never been to Room Island until recently. And let me tell you, it’s something else. I've lounged on the beaches of Jamaica and Cancun and even dipped my toes in the waters off Madrid, but Room Island? It's in a league of its own.

Located in the heart of West Africa, Guinea Conakry boasts a rich culture steeped in history. One of its most devoted artists is my grandfather, Ousbi. He is a master sculptor who has spent his entire life turning blocks of wood into profound stories that capture the spirit of our nation and the pulse of its people.

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during my recent trip to my country, Guinea Conakry, in May, my friends and I went to a village, Dubreka, to see the waterfall; on our way back in the car, I was quickly captivated by a little girl sipping from a calabash. The sight left an indelible mark on me, and I was determined to recreate that moment in stained glass. I couldn't wait to unveil it at my studio's First Friday event on Sep 23.

a picture I captured during my recent visits perfectly encapsulates one such ritual. At the heart of this picture sits our neighbor, a figure as old and rooted in the community as the traditions he partakes in. His appearance reflects years of wisdom and tales; near him is the young boy who makes the neighborhood’s favorite evening beverage: tea.