favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: Oshun with Aissa Maiga
The edges of her dress float along the surface as Oshun steps into the river, the fresh water sighing and singing at the presence of its mistress. A few more steps and then she slips down into the deeper waters, the yellow dress turning dark and clinging to her warm skin. Sweeping an arm beneath the water and across the rough riverbed, Oshun brings up a handful of cowrie shells. When she opens her palm they find spaces of their own against her body - on her ears, around her neck, in her hair, down her arms. Sacred earth delighted to adorn her.