It’s the lines I see first, a series of conjoined lines sketched on a white wall. Bent lines, straight lines, twisted lines; all form an almost-endless array of shapes as they cross paths interlocking. Some meet their end and others just continue on their journey to find more favourable union, to find purpose.
I see shapes; familiar shapes, distorted shapes, alien shapes ugly shapes… I see what seem to be the shape of a wheel and the shape of a large helmet above it. I step back and take a long look and I start to make sense of it all, it begins to take form. Bingo! It’s a sketch of a racing go-kart.
I smile, I smile because it took me too much of a minute to not just see lines but lines in formation. For now, this is all I see.
He steps in, your regular everyday guy dressed in blue jeans and a black hoodie. The gas mask hanging loosely around his neck makes one think otherwise. He has a cocktail in his hand, he sips, one sip, two sips, three sips… one-too- many sips. In my head, I walk up to where he stands, snatch the cocktail from him, pin my fingers between his cheeks and pour the entire thing down his throat. But this only happens in my head so I continue to watch Osa7 sip some more.
Sip… Sip… Sip!
With his gas mask strapped tight and spray cans arranged on the floor beneath, Osa7 is ready. He picks up a can, sashays his way across the wall, shakes, and presses… Pssssssssssss! Neon-yellow liquid gushes out, it outlines the image from the background. Red and orange and blue follow they fill out the background giving the feel of a tarmac stretching away from the speeding kart. I sit back and I watch art come alive; I watch Osa7 create.
I watch as lines are traced, as colours fill out shapes and the shapes that seemed alien moments ago are now all too familiar. I watch as Osa7 gets lost in his art, every stroke of the arm, every swing, purposeful. I watch him enjoy the process of creating; posing for camera shots in-between sprays, singing along to the music bursting from the speaker, dancing to its rhythm even on occasions, and when on one of his many trips away from the wall to get a full view of work done he asks me if I am bored already, I smile and wonder how anyone could watching him create.
Just across from Osa7’s workspace is a live go-kart arena, a family of six is getting ready to race. I notice the setting sun. Soon, the reverberating sound of six engines rent the air. The adrenaline kicks in and the race begins. I focus my attention and anticipate the excitement; the drifts and the clashes. I know that when I turn back I would be seeing a racing go-kart with the number 7 about to leap off the wall.
Photography: Shola Animashaun
Written By: Atie Eric.