Wura-Natasha Ogunji’s characters fly in the Fridman Gallery exhibition Cake, a site-specific thread installation that includes over 20 new works ‘drawn’ on architectural tracing paper with ink and embroidery floss. The gallery itself becomes part of the artwork, with floor-to-ceiling stitching that “turns the space itself into a drawing that viewers can enter, a container for collective experience,” according to a statement.
Water features prominently in the American-Nigerian visual and performance artist’s pieces, which feature deep navy and dark blue swirls, adding drama to her compositions. White space, shimmers, and iridescent thread in works like The one where we’re all together (2023) work to create an ethereal and immersive experience that draws the eye to minute details in Ogunji’s fantastical scenes, like repeated depictions of music. The figures rarely touch the ground, running, jumping, gliding and floating through water or abundant negative space. Their bodies look weightless, as if they could be carried by the wind or current, but also substantial and determined. Ogunji’s collection invites viewers to consider a recurring myth in Black American culture: that of Black people finally regaining their natural ability to soar.
In I found myself inside myself (2023), clothes flow from the character’s shoulders, becoming more expansive as the ink extends to the paper’s edge. The lines and strokes imply the movement of a river, and the artist juxtaposes these inky swirls with the sparsely outlined incorporeal bodies. The larger drawn body in the foreground, perhaps a woman, wears what looks like a turban with a DJ’s turntable balanced on top. She seems mighty, propping up a floating head like a deity or river god. The recursive title contextualizes the scene. “Self” and “I” could refer to either figure. Here, the physical or the psychological self connects with and emerges from a spiritual body.
Many of Ogunji’s works feature some combination of beautiful sea-toned blues, but several showcase brighter colors such as neon orange, rose pink and lavender. Yet the mood of the artist’s pieces can be severe, as in Once again a dj saved my life (2023), where the stormy waves overtake much of the brightly colored streaks and surround the figures at or below sea level. Or, as with Hurry! I brought cake, a playful scene where Ogunji draws one figure with ink and the other with thread. Both run from a multi-colored tiered structure on the right. One head turns back to what could be a home, while that on the right faces whatever it is both bodies are running toward. The artist has a knack for portraying movement, a split self or an attached spirit—the cake referenced in the title balances atop a figure’s head.
Despite the various moods, all the show’s works deliberately explore what it means to be free. The bodies, moving or gliding, are not slouched. Their postures show strength and pride. In The Runners (2023), a woman’s muscular biceps hold water. Ogunji’s runners are strong, leaning forward as they move into the wind efficiently. Spread across three panels, the runner in (2023) puffs out their chest and lifts their chin like a track star finishing first in a dash. More awkwardly, But, sky (2023) shows a human floating at the bottom of a vertically arranged tableau with their head facing streaks of color arching above, yet regardless of orientation, everyone in Ogunji’s works move effortlessly.
Perhaps deliberately? According to African American folklore, Black people are born with the ability to fly but can’t access that ability because they have been taught or forced to reject their heritage. An early telling of this myth harkens back to the nineteenth century. In 1803, seventy-five Igbo warriors took over a vessel during the Middle Passage, driving their captors overboard before landing the slave ship on St. Simon’s Island in Georgia. Knowing their fate, the bound warriors gave themselves up to the water. Most official records call the incident a mass suicide. However, the Gullah people learn that the warriors in Igbo’s Landing sang as they walked and then flew back to Africa.
