“I’m living a fairytale over here,” says Precious Okoyomon, speaking from Paris, drawing as we talk. They landed in Paris, right off the back of the 60th Biennale di Venezia where they unveiled new work at the Nigeria Pavilion, to undertake a six month residency based in Montmartre. Enuma Okoro is talking from Berlin, before heading to New York in a few days. She is fresh from curating her recent group exhibition, “The Flesh of the Earth,” at Hauser & Wirth gallery in Chelsea, New York.
Precious Okoyomon is a Nigerian-American multidisciplinary artist and poet. Enuma Okoro, is a Nigerian-American writer, curator, theorist, and facilitator - she writes ‘The Art of Life,’ column for The Financial Times. Both share a fascination with the natural world, ecology, and regeneration; themes deeply enmeshed in their psychology and creative work. The conversation today takes place via video call between Paris (Okoyomon), Berlin (Okoro) and New York (myself). Both Okoyomon and Okoro have come off the back of extremely busy creative periods.
Let’s begin.
Tilly: How do you know when something that you're working on is ready? And how do you balance creativity coming to fruition with deadlines and demanding schedules? Could you percolate on things forever, or is it cathartic to let it go?
Precious: For me, it's very difficult to know when something's done. With this last piece I did for Venice, I feel like the uniqueness of it is that it could go on forever. It’s a radio tower of people's stories, like an archive of memory. So, to some extent, an ever growing thing. I really like doing things where I can hack into the re-creation of them endlessly. I think maybe that's why I work with plants and gardens and nature so much, as things don't ever end: all the things I usually plant get replanted somewhere else and I get to see the long life of them.
I like thinking about the ever-afterlife. I’ve been making so many objects, I'm developing a sense of ‘now I'm done’, which is interesting, because I'm learning a kind of object permanence. I have to let go in this way, which is beautiful, and it's really teaching me a different type of grounding, a type of feel-knowing, of ‘Yeah, I'm done with this’.
Enuma: I love that answer, Precious, and I feel like I resonate. I don't think that anything's ever done because I don't think a thought is ever done. I’m learning to let go of things. And I’m learning to move at a much slower pace in my own life and to allow myself that, regardless of what the world wants of me. Just to kind of honour what I need for myself because I am the only one that will take care of me.
I surround myself with plants in my home, because I love to see life unfold. As I'm sitting where I read or where I journal, I watch these plants: from the night before one has moved more towards the sun, or I watch a new vibrant green leaf unfold and open up more the next week. Living with these other living bodies teaches me a different way to be in my own body. And I connect that to letting things go, or not.
Often, I can have an idea and begin writing and I put it away because it's just not ready. And I come back to it two years later on my computer, and then I finish it and publish it. But sometimes things just have to be done.