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MONSUR AWOTUNDE: FRAGMENTS OF DISPLACEMENT


By Chinezim Moghalu

“It is a visual information about the struggles to survive, missions of making marks and the eventual probable failure and success of the foreigners abroad.”
- Monsur Awotunde, (Nihin Lohun Catalogue 2017)

August 13-17, 2017, witnessed “Nihin Lohun (Here and There)”, a solo art exhibition by Awotunde Monsur, at Rele Art Gallery, 5 Military street, Onikan, Lagos, Nigeria.

The exhibition was a sojourner’s narrative which ushered manifestations of the artist’s lived experiences within a decade of shared occupancy between his native Nigeria and United Kingdom. A visual essay and compendium about the fleetingly sheer, ambiguous and arbitrary happenings encountered upon his immigration- and reflection of the eclectic and complex moments within “there” and “here”. The four day event afforded one an encounter with subtle, yet forcefully compelling paintings that highlighted the artist’s commentary.

Within the context of the exhibition, Awotunde presented aficionados with acrylics based iconic pieces; a culmination of exceptionally conceptual reportage of fragments of displacement- which is mixed with dissimulations and thrust of filtering usually experienced in a third world nation such as his. Here, the artist demonstrates the experiences witnessed in his academic migration to UK, and the ones encountered upon return to his native Nigeria. He hence ushered one into that enclave of rarely visualized and depicted scenario.

The constellation of paintings, depict and addresses visual testaments of migration chronicles- via an artist’s vantage- evidenced by frenzied brush strokes in abstract-expressionist rendition that shares a binary between fantasy and simulacra; and pays homage to Monsur’s academic tutelage in United Kingdom. His oeuvre employs abstraction ahead of representation, as abstraction becomes requisite in visual reportage and depiction of the ambivalent fragments that accompany the sort of experiences he witnessed during such going-and-coming. For example, through paintings such as Temporary Resident and Not in this Land, Awotunde highlights the present temporality offered to migrants by the UK government and the inextricable success or failure that makes up such sojourn.
Nile yiko (Not in this Land), 2016. Acrylics on canvas, 56 X 64inches
Cost of Comfort accentuates the extra financial expenses one is compelled to make when one needs a certain comfort in a decadent Nigeria. It majorly chronicles power supply that ought to be the government’s responsibility; instead, one ends up catering for such through acquisition of generators, solar power energies, and more pertinently, inverters that require charging. Such power strife was an activity witnessed by the artist before migrating to UK, and upon return to his nation, Nigeria.
Cost of Comfort, 2017, 36 x 30inches
The artist, through the exhibition catalogue, denotes a key anecdote that states thus:  “My personal experiences, those of other migrants during my stay in United Kingdom and other political lapses present here at home all make visual compendium for this show. It is a visual information about the struggles to survive, missions of making marks, and the eventual probable failure and success of the foreigners abroad”.

With regards to his experience, especially that of his native Nigeria, Awotunde affords us a spectacle into demonstrations of the troubling, ‘dark’ inertia state of his mind when illustrating such arbitrary narratives. Metaphorically represented mostly in fragments of broken blackish and greyish brushstrokes upon neutral whitish background, one is forcefully initiated, via highlighted portions, to share in the pluralities of these complex ambivalences- also to share in his innate expressionist musings.

Monsur, through this body of work, becomes a social commentator in interrogating some of the turbulences plaguing his native Nigeria. He would assert:  “…the issues of steady electricity supply, good water and reliable roads, to name a few as basic amenities, and prompt payment of civil servants’ salaries in an ideal society unfortunately still remain our own worries here at this contemporary age.”

“In a place like Lokoja, where there is abundant flow of water and very hot sun, in my opinion, more financial sacrifice by the government to treat and circulate the water to the public; and covert the scorching sun to solar power would do us an alternative to National Electricity Supply that has remained a major problem for ages”. These observations are visually highlighted in this exhibition.

The identity formed in certain spaces or territories; possession and the generosity of unacquainted spaces- hugely for a time being and stipulated duration, as evidenced by Monsur via obscure realities in his migrant sojourn to post-Victorian Britain are aptly questioned in the collection. It was purposively created in two separate geographical locations, Lokoja, Nigeria and Luton, UK. The both nations link and reference each other.
Temporary Resident, 2017, 19.5 x 19.5inches
Born in Igbo Ora, Oyo, Nigeria, Monsur Awotunde is a visual artist and communication practitioner. He had an initial art and design apprenticeship under Shamseen Adagunduro and Olusesan Adebayo in Lagos before proceeding to the Polytechnic Ibadan for formal art education, where he practiced at the Ara studio under the virtuoso, Mufu Onifade. He would eventually study and enroll at Auchi School of Art and Design, Edo state and University of Bedfordshire, Luton, United Kingdom. The latter would usher in an international artistic visibility.


Presently, he teaches drawing and painting at School of Art and Design, Kogi state Polytechnic, Lokoja, Nigeria. Among his selected exhibitions are:  Outside Arts, Candid Arts Gallery, London, 2016; Fake Book, Yellow Space, Bedfordshire University, UK, 2013; NihinLohun, Rele Gallery, Lagos, 2017.

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