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Kwasi Ohene-Ayeh academically trained as an artist and now practices as a curator and critic based in Kumasi, Ghana. Ohene-Ayeh’s work is compelled by the radical hope proposed by artist-pedagogue karî’kạchä seid’ou to “transform art from the status of commodity to gift”.