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...creatively crazy
...creatively crazy
...mention your desire in words, we produce in designs.
I'm always thinking about creating. My future starts when I wake up every morning. Every day I find something creative to do with my life.
The heart and soul of the company is creativity and innovation.
Mkpisiolaedo
Born in Nbawsi, Isiala Ngwa North L.G.A of Abia State Nigeria. Kelechi began to draw and paint before going to primary school. Seemingly, he inherited art from his father, Rev. M.D Amucha of the blessed memory - a clergy and a retired teacher who was famous in the classroom with his chalk-board illustrations.
Kelechi Emmanuel Chinedu Amucha started exhibiting his creative talent as a pupil at Community School Amapu Ntigha. He used to assist some student-teachers from TTC Ihie in preparing their teaching aids such as charts and illustrations.
He got exposed to the art academically at Secondary Technical School Amapu Ntigha. He blended very well with his fine art teacher, Mr Lawrence Nwaogwugwu. He was one of the run-up winners of 1985 Imo State MAMSER Poster art competition.
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Welcome to the official site of Mkpisi ola edo
Art means different things to different people, but what is generally accepted is that it is both a way of doing thing (process) and the end result of the process (product)
All beautiful things are not art, and all art are not beautiful. Art and culture are inseparable. Art is a means of self expression though with aesthetic values to ones audience. It can also arouse feelings. Fine art as a branch of visual art depicts man's ability to create and communicate with media.
Everything happens because of necessity. There are no gratuitous actions. I know that no act takes place by chance; no act is just thrown away. Everything that happened in my life from my mother's womb till now had its own necessity. Perhaps a necessity remote and obscure, but all the same...
INTRODUCTION
At six O'clock on 5 June, 1997, I was on my way to the Osun State National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) Permanent Orientation Camp, Baptist High School Ede. As I walked out of the motocyclist "Okada man" that dropped me at Aba main park, I heard a rushing sound behind me. I hadn't time to waste inorder to catch up with an early bus going to Lagos. Instantly, someone slapped me hard on my face and pushed me to the ground. My luggage was seized from me by this hoodlums...
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