Christelle Oyiri

“Heaven’s worth, Hell on earth”

11 September

-18 October 2025

I was raised under crucifixes 
where every whisper was measured against eternity 
I learned early on that the most dangerous prayer
was the one said backwards

Hell is so ordinary:
a body on the verge of collapse,
a mirror that won’t forgive,
desire stretched across every surface

Heaven’s worth
is the tape you found in an attic
buried in static, 
hissing like a secret you were not meant to keep

Kemet, dreamt in aluminum
a monument half-remembered, half-invented, 
America, the precious counterfeit twin
Fantasy and fracture

This work gathers both paradise and purgatory, 
How heavy are memories when casted in metal to survive ?
What is holiness without a lick of transgression ?
What is paradise if not built in the threat of fire ?­

C.O.