Oni of Lagos Until the Magic Comes we see color interwoven and

we see color interwoven and mixed

All that disappeared

"Sánchez lovingly weaves his fragments into a new fabric that is both spiritually restorative and politically radical

the beacon becomes instead a conflagration of youthful ambition and ancient calendar rites held aloft on a crutch

Oni of Lagos Until the Magic Comes we see color interwoven andFrom the Artist To see is to know. But how can we know the unseenthe histories, the stories, or the names of a people that were undocumented or erased? I asked myself that question late one evening as I looked at the sun setting behind the hills on the Bay of Portobelo on the Caribbean coast of Panama. The view from my studio faces the ruins of a dock that was, at one time, the first encounter with Tierra Firme for many weary, shackled, and enslaved