Moses had a clear sense of what he wanted the album cover to communicate. Finding the right visual language to express that became the task. We hard a few ideas we wanted to continue working with, especially the theme of horses, which has been a thread in lots of our collaborations over the years. Incredibly intuitive and responsive, we both set out over the course of a period to connect.

We felt out spaces and things and waited for what they would say to us. I remember us making photographs for sometime in this particular garden for about two hours and finally deciding that it did not want us photographing it. We just had to experience it and let it be. So in essence it was similar, these backs and forths between spaces and things.

We tried to reach, for the most part, some quiet to see where we would find ourselves. We wondered, drove around, sang ‘Singin’ In The Rain’, in the rain, made some photographs, casually. Nothing forced, not much expected.

“He was quick, acting almost in a trance. He took off his black tank top, and sat, knelt, stood, jumped.”

On one of the days, during one of our wanderings, we came to The Museum of Science and Technology in Accra. (The space that holds the annual contemporary art exhibition for mostly College of Art graduates from the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology.)

I knew about the horses that usually loitered the back of the building and so we decided to pause and look for them. We did not find the horses, but we did find the amphitheatre just adjacent to the main museum.

Moses immediately asked to be photographed there. It was almost like he had been there before. Something about the white stage against the big black backdrop bounded by trees on either side excited us.

He was quick, acting almost in a trance. He took off his black tank top, and sat, knelt, stood, jumped. And then he wanted to jump some more. And then more, and more. He was reaching out; dancing, but praying almost. And then his hands moved from the front, to the back, clasped; another act of prayer but this time almost as punishment. It was a difficult position, he struggled.

He was not talking anymore, just jumping. I did not stop him. We went on for a while; me moving in and out, forward and backwards, he moving up and down, falling, rising. The photograph from the amphitheatre would end up as the cover art for Aromanticism.