Odera Igbokwe

A go fund me graphic for social media. This go fund me is for Stephen, a disabled trans person in Canada looking for help raising funds to pay off debt and achieve stability in life and to start saving for gender affirming care. The graphic is in purple, cream and orange colour scheme. And there is a image of stephen on the right. Stephen has long brown curly hair with bangs, theyre wearing a blazer with a white tshirt underneathe and cream coloured earrings.

Hi! I'm Stephen (they/them), I am a disabled trans person struggling with debt after years of instability. I need help to raise funds for housing, dental care & Insurance debt. My first goal is to reach $2,600. 

Please donate and share to help rebuild my life -> gofund.me/15b29ba01

Mmm Hm, Uh Huh, Eh Heh 36” x 48” Oils and nzu on canvas Three figures sit in a cramped huddle on top of a wooden table. They are composed of deep greys and blacks, with flickering moments of brown, orange, and blue dancing across the canvas. Their gaze shifts between knowing side eyes, as they seem to emerge or reflect the cracks of the wooden table. Mmm Hm, Uh Huh, Eh Heh speaks to the limits of representation and inclusion without repair or revolution. Rather than an outright rejection of a seat at the table, the contemporary landscape of the BC Arts sector can assert and even desire Black creativity but through the modality of tokenization, spectacle, and becoming embedded and objectified into the framework of said table. Shallow representation becomes a fulcrum to empower assimilation into a culture of grey and beige passivity and ambivalence. Mmm Hm, Uh Huh, Eh Heh asks how do we resist becoming tokens and agents of pacification. When they pillage, ask for feigned cultural exchange, and ask to look away from the horrors, how do we stay rooted in the earth and connected to our embodied ways of knowing and alchemizing. When the imperial core continues to transform and drape itself in the aesthetics and language of liberation without repair, Mmm Hmm, Uh Huh, Eh Heh asks us to return to urgent survival strategies, rest and resistance, and embodied curiosity and transformation.

Mmm Hm, Uh Huh, Eh Heh
36” x 48”
Oils and nzu on canvas

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The Cocoon is the avatar of self-protection, metamorphosis, & the reindigenization process. Armored in rock, soil & cowry shells, the Cocoon embeds their crown into an ancestral masquerade

The Cocoon asks how to reintegrate with the land. During transformation what protections are needed to emerge?

Mmm Hm, Uh Huh, Eh Heh 36” x 48” Oils and nzu on canvas Three figures sit in a cramped huddle on top of a wooden table. They are composed of deep greys and blacks, with flickering moments of brown, orange, and blue dancing across the canvas. Their gaze shifts between knowing side eyes, as they seem to emerge or reflect the cracks of the wooden table. Mmm Hm, Uh Huh, Eh Heh speaks to the limits of representation and inclusion without repair or revolution. Rather than an outright rejection of a seat at the table, the contemporary landscape of the BC Arts sector can assert and even desire Black creativity but through the modality of tokenization, spectacle, and becoming embedded and objectified into the framework of said table. Shallow representation becomes a fulcrum to empower assimilation into a culture of grey and beige passivity and ambivalence. Mmm Hm, Uh Huh, Eh Heh asks how do we resist becoming tokens and agents of pacification. When they pillage, ask for feigned cultural exchange, and ask to look away from the horrors, how do we stay rooted in the earth and connected to our embodied ways of knowing and alchemizing. When the imperial core continues to transform and drape itself in the aesthetics and language of liberation without repair, Mmm Hmm, Uh Huh, Eh Heh asks us to return to urgent survival strategies, rest and resistance, and embodied curiosity and transformation.

Mmm Hm, Uh Huh, Eh Heh
36” x 48”
Oils and nzu on canvas

Thankyou friend!!

The Cocoon is the avatar of self-protection, metamorphosis, & the reindigenization process. Armored in rock, soil & cowry shells, the Cocoon embeds their crown into an ancestral masquerade

The Cocoon asks how to reintegrate with the land. During transformation what protections are needed to emerge?

was searching for an old painting to reblog, but then saw this.
Being Odera is such a delight sometimes.

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Three Odera’s stand amongst the fog, with textures and shadows of the body as landscape outline the composition. Remnants of lunar cycles and blood moons trace the body.

Emerging from the fog of eclipse season (and other ways to sew the needle of fate)
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Three Odera’s stand amongst the fog, with textures and shadows of the body as landscape outline the composition. Remnants of lunar cycles and blood moons trace the body.

Emerging from the fog of eclipse season (and other ways to sew the needle of fate)
———
First newsletter/blog/long form studio update goes live tomorrow 🌑🌚🌑

Subscribe at odera.net 🌟

They’re flooding the zone with horrors. All of them are important and it’s okay if you can’t focus on all of them.

Figure out where you can make a difference (calling a congressman, being in the streets, feeding a neighbor).

It all helps.

Afo // February 27, 2026

A mini collage made for IG close friends. Three Odera’s stretch with their legs raised and clasping together at the feet. The form creates dynamic volumes in the legs, glutes, and back. On two of the smaller repeated forms is a cut out of Rotimi Fani Kayode’s piece bronze head, mirroring Odera’s pose. Throughout the composition are statues of Anyanwu, alusi of the sun peaking over and saying hello. Three smaller Odera’s pose playfully in front of the original set of legs.

A recent close friends collage on Eke day—heat, creativity, cosmic light, the warmth of blood vessels and circulatory systems, stretching in yellow and red jockstraps, the eye of Anywanwu, stretching across time to connect to Rotimi Fani-Kayode’s Bronze Head (1987)

Yeah, in general, we privatized public accommodations instead of building more housing precisely because people wanted to believe anyone without housing should be dehumanized and ostracized.

Need halp with thaAat 👁️🫦🐡

Recent sketches that have kept me alive and connected

Oh, the grifters are targeting Relooted for being a game about reclaiming African artifacts? You bet I will buy, review, and stream it then. Tired of backwards racists.

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The amount of racism in the Relooted reviews is sickening.
A bunch of assh*les clearly bought the game just to leave a negative review before getting refunded, and another bunch of assh*les are marking these reviews useful for them to be displayed a the top store.steampowered.com/app/3255890/...

Recent sketches that have kept me alive and connected

Need halp with thaAat 👁️🫦🐡

Black art can look like it’s trying for something no one can understand. Not true. We work within the Black paradigm, for Black people, & the white gaze is incidental. We experience life far outside whiteness, & we express ourselves by this framework, & when we speak to each other we’re understood.

The daily shake 🔥🐎🔥

Fire Horse studio dance break

More new year’s photoshoot time with @fifteenbestthings.bsky.social

(Solar) New Year’s photoshoot with @fifteenbestthings.bsky.social 🌙☀️

Losing my mind as my partner plays a 2004ish jpop string orchestra instrumental album as they focus and type.

It was calming until a cover of BoA’s Kiseki came on. And the way that the choreo and video is imprinted into my bones means im not relaxed. Im fiendin to get up and dance.

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