Well, it depends on whom you ask. Some would say daàPò is a writer and a video artist, or an author of vivid imageries and substance. Some would say he is a couturier and a master tailor; that tatted up virtuoso needleworker dude, with a signature technique and artistry. Others would swear to you that the man is a maker of furniture, or that he’s a biker and restorer of all things vintage… unless they come up with a harvest of random designations like space sculptor, creative geyser, jokesmith, leather artisan, walking multi-tool, avant-gardist star-gazer, Yorùbá-proverbs search engine, arts and culture bug, cool bibliophile*... among many other identifiers.
But if you ask daàPò himself, he might just tell you he has a true story to tell, and true stories don’t lie. That his work mirrors his personal orbit and connective experiences, rendering the substance of storytelling through organic statements of creative versatility. That his portfolio probes the frontiers and/or interactions between surface and structure, representation and identity, offering a view into questions of human consciousness, interdependency, and self-transformation. If you find him in a talkative mood, he might add that he isn’t the person everyone thinks he is (except for the part about how he has done it all, pretty much) and he just wants to be free to be a father of three, a friend and a lifetime interlocutor to J.U.M, his mythological alter ego. So, who is this daàPò dude again? There will always be more to hear, but mostly not from the horse’s mouth, or you could just send him a note and see what he’ll neigh.
*This collection of tags is based on results from the Nov. 2017 close friends’ survey “if daàPò was a dictionary entry”