From the Chi Calabash to Shevirat ha-Kelim, a Vision of Creative Tension: Between Chiagoziem Orji and Vincent van Gogh: The Way of the Calabash 3
We kept walking until we came to a valley, rich in beautiful flowers interspersed with glorious trees, but curiously, some of the trees were unbeautifully distorted, almost frightening in their forms, while some of the flowers gave off malodorous odors, as they seemed eaten by insects. What could be this place, both marvelous and distorted, I wondered. It looked like an incompletely assembled jigsaw puzzle, like bright fragments mixed with rough casings through which the inward brilliance flamed, brighter in some cases, dimmer in others. As we moved through this place resembling the outcome of a cataclysmic explosion, scattering pieces that resolved themselves into sparks brightnesses encased in coarse forms, the entire configuration forming an inconclusive kind of order, I was fascinated and restless all at once, waiting to explore this place both glorious and forbidding. At the same time, I felt a strong pull towards...
