Digital Sobriety

Digital Sobriety

About a month ago the question that people would ask me…”What’s your Instagram/Facebook?” started receiving a new answer…”I don’t use such at all…the Dopamine Clinic has a website.”

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Welcome To The Real World (One)

Welcome To The Real World (One)

“Good Burger & Fries” by Akindele Akerejah of the Dopamine Clinic…This as many works receives lackluster responses on social media. The artist has vented his frustration and seeks contentment in creating truly expressive pieces of work while pursuing mastery to a further level.

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Thinkin' Of A "Master" Plan...

Happy New Year to all of the readers,patrons, and supporters of the Dopamine Clinic! I apologize for the lengthy hiatus… It has been quite an introspective time for me personally and vocationally. As usual my mission is to rightly guide the Dopamine Clinic as a captain does his starship...Given this, my mind has searched the cosmos for the appropriate source points of inspiration for the artwork of the future and the direction of the studio.

The primary inspiration point happens to of course be found in an event that took place within the hip-hop cultural and commercial land scape in October of 2015. The venerable Wu-Tang clan released its studio album titled “Once Upon A Time In Shaolin” in a very unusual way. The collective produced a single master album and auctioned it off to the highest bidder. The album was purchased by disgraced pharmaceutical executive Martin Shkreli for a whopping $2,000,000.00! It was a radical move in an industry that prizes sales volume of copies above all else. I was amazed at the time because of the sheer innovative novelty of their move. It was like witnessing marketing as an art form that had the signature of true artistic creativity and brinkmanship . I had not felt that excited about a musical release since Radiohead’s Uber unique campaign to distribute their 2007 “In Rainbows” album (which was in my opinion the proletarian precursor to the Wu’s elite consumer focused method).

And so years later it hit yesterday it hit me! The Wu-Tang Clan had skillfully shifted from a music distribution model to a blue chip fine art style for the distribution of their work!

Instead of selling millions of inexpensive copies (reproductions) they decided to auction off the master work (original) to the highest bidder just as Sotheby’s or Christie’s would do with a Lichtenstein, Basquiat or Picasso. It made me consider how I could channel that spirit into the Dopamine Clinic.

It was thus decided at once that as of the new year (2019) the original visual artworks of the Dopamine Clinic would be handled in a closely similar manner to how a musical artist’ record label handles what is referred to as the “masters” (short for master recording).The original catalog remains the tangible intellectual property of the record label . And that is exactly how the Dopamine Clinic will be operating from here on in.

Official reproductions can be purchased from the shoppe online in much the same manner that recording artists make their music available to their supporters through hard copy vinyls and CDs as well as digital streaming.

This really excites me quite a bit since the Dopamine Clinic is an outsider entity not beholden to the mechanics of the art world gallery system. The Clinic is perfectly free to experiment with distribution models in the same way that the Wu-Tang Clan and Radiohead were able to due to their “above the law” status within their realms due to their commercial and critical success and acclaim.

On the other far as the Dopamine Clinic stands, there is honestly little to lose at this point. The outsider status mitigates risk tremendously. I see freedom in that. My art is clearly an irreducible component of my life ...And the Clinic has been keeping the lights on and the creativity popping and evolving for nearly 8 years now without any industry support...So it’s all good even with the inertia and ennui that characterizes parts of the saga.

I definitely look to the history and narrative of Washington D.C.’s own Thievery Corporation for inspiration as well. These gents not only produce some sick lo-fi grooves in the trip-hop tradition, but they formed their own record label to do it as well! The duos independent spirit led to them cultivating,organizing, and owning their own musical recording catalog through the establishment of Eighteenth Street Lounge Music in 1996!

I can’t really explain it but I am totally channeling the energy of Rob Garza and Eric Hiltons origin story into the evolution that the Clinic is experiencing.

I now envisage the Dopamine Clinic as a sort of creativity lab and boutique visual art studio with the distribution and business model of an independent record label, which to me is a veritable psychographic orgy of kickass stuff to come in the future! I really like that this development not only definitively asserts the Dopamine Clinics’ default autonomy, but it totally paves a way for me to sequester the majority of its original works away for future use in causes I believe in (I.e. ending homelessness, art therapy based mental health treatment ) through the creation of a posthumous foundation that will be created in preparation for my final hour on earth. The work is now about the future more than ever as I approach middle age.

I think in some way the inevitability of death was the underlying thought that sparked this paradigm shift in the model of the Dopamine Clinic. From a point of deep stargazing contemplation, I was able to reverse engineer my life as I project it from a pro forma understanding of destiny. Ultimately I recognized that my work is priceless and I have been blessed with a renewed understanding of how to handle it not only for myself and the Dopamine Clinic...but for future generations…while still having a way to distribute it to the consumer with unusual cravings.

Luck of The Draw...

On this October Noon the season change becomes more and more evident. The gradual shift in the atmospheric hue...the subtle chilling of the summers’ air, it all reminds me of how change is simultaneously rapid and noticeably slow. I try in more mindful moments to draw parallels from this annual seasonal shift to my personal legend as my life is written according to Gods’ program of each day.

   In fact today I recall a critical point in my evolution as an Artist that occurred in the autumn of 2013. The situation at the Dopamine Clinic is very challenging now but they were certainly more precarious at that time. I was heavily depressed and chemically dependent on alcohol,tobacco, and D.C.s’ infamous “Bizarro bag (JWH-18)”. It finally resulted in my collapse on the evening of a failed art show the Dopamine Clinic had put on at the Electric Maid in Takoma it was BAD...Less than 30 people showed up and I just broke from all of the pressure and had a colleague of the time drive me to the Psychiatric Institute of Washington. I was going in to detox and subsequently be placed into a drug rehabilitation program for low income people in Safe Haven Ministries...

    I got to P.I.W and after 5 days of detoxing was transported to the drug rehabilitation program for the intake process. So began the 28 day countdown. To prepare for this situation I had brought along a cache of art supplies hoping the experience would at least be marked by some potentially ground breaking work on my own end. I began making collages at a furious pace. After all “I am the Dopamine Clinics’ collage master...This is what I do “ was the thinking. I made so many that I had enough to give away to program peers and staff members alike... I was satisfied, but something changed that smug satisfaction along the path to exit...Forever.

  That change came when  I fell into the company of a man named “Gooby” who was an ex convict from the “Lorton-era” and he was a program graduate who was taking up residency in the transitional housing provided to certain alumni. He took notice of my work and was one of the few people I met in that period who said he “wasn’t feelin’ it” (referencing my collage artistry). I was a bit floored...but his feedback struck me in a very core way when he said “ They said you were an artist. I thought you don’t you DRAW?” I was speechless. I was speechless because I didn’t draw...not anymore at the time. In fact I couldn’t! I had lost the ability in my teens and I had been hiding that insecurity behind the collages... Gooby had exposed me! Months before (another psychiatric hospital stint), an artist in the makeshift APS (Adult psychiatric Services) collective I put together under the Dopamine Clinic imprint had a guy I’ll call “Hope”. Hope was working constantly with markers on Graffiti Black Book type works...He was the first person to put the “bug in my ear” while all 6 or so of us were working at one of the tables in the unit...”Dude, you’ve gotta draw…Dude you’ve gotta start drawing”...He repeated it a few more times but I had found a way to eschew it...but this time it had come to full circle and I couldn’t escape it...

Gooby went to his room and pulled out an array of black and white pencil drawings on thick,hard, chip board that were full of virtually photographic detail of popular culture icons from Michael Jackson to Chuck Brown. I was amazed and to be honest thoroughly intimidated by the clear and apparent skill quality of his work. I mean, this guys work was evincing unquestionable skill and dedication as a true artist of the atelier traditions of lore, whereas mine were subject to the caprice of modernist sentiments...I mean let’s be real...there are ALOT of artists like me at the time who simply CAN’T draw! Like myself formerly, they hide behind the pervasiveness of abstraction to sustain their career momentum in an era that permits that. It is not dissimilar, but is in fact parallel to the trends in modern pop-rap as opposed to classic hip- hop.

Classic hip-hop required the “emcee” to have a clear skill set on the microphone and be “nice”. These days a man or woman with the most imbecilic range of creativity and skill (if we can call it that) earns a place among the greats based on the simplicity of the multitude... I digress...but yes I was once the art world equivalent of a “mumble rapper”…living on my own hype so to speak. Yet having at once ceded that I submitted to what I will dub the Pai Mei/Kill Bill” level of instruction under “Cifu” Gooby. I did not become a master draftsman in the weeks I studied and worked under him. However the seeds were planted that would make me a much more versatile and confident artist. After graduating from the drug program in early November of 2013 I didn’t return to the pencil and paper until early 2015. 

    Like a classic relapse, I slipped back into what was more native to my hands and eyes...After all, the Dopamine Clinic was virtually a synagogue of Scissors...a mosque of magazines! A guild of glue! However today I stand tall as an Artist who has full confidence in his skill set that has roots in abstract creative expression and technical sophistication...because once I picked up the pencil again...I never put it down. In fact I married my previous collage work to draftsmanship and painting, which is the foundation of my inimitable signature style at today’s Dopamine Clinic...

     I am grateful to have met “Gooby the master”. In a world where ones’ confidence can be shaken so easily by the sheer subjectivity of the forces within the realm I find my center of gravity in knowing…not believing…but KNOWING…that like a true emcee… I’m “nice”...even when the world doesn’t “recognize” ;-)

Delé  Akerejah

(The Closing words were written with a smirk on my face as Eric B & Rakims’ “Don’t Sweat The Technique played in my head.)

Street Sense Media Outdoor "Pop-UP"

Street Sense Media Outdoor "Pop-UP"

Once Again…the Dopamine Clinic is teaming up with one it’s top supporting organizations…Street Sense Media. We will be featuring a series of Dele Akerejahs’ Mixed-Media Paintings In a one off experimental outdoor pop up at the Church of Epiphany. Please visit for more information on the event.

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