Benin Bronzes and their ritual purpose
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Ground breaking research of a unique and important Benin bronze collection, belonging to Oba Erediauwa. My in-depth research, from inside the Palace with Chiefs! Featuring hitherto unseen bronzes from the 15th to 18th Centuries.
Contents of my research papers will form the backbone of several planned international exhibitions by leading museums involved in the repatriation of the stolen bronzes from the punitive expedition of 1897.
NOTE: There are already 4 publications nearly finished which in essence are main chapters of the book. These include in-depth analysis of 'Plaques', 'Benin Heads' and other ritualistic utilitarian objects intrinsically featured in many of the Benin Empires annual Palace festivals and rituals such as 'Igue'.
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