Ethio Jazz Digital Art
by Yeabtsega Getachew and Harerta Teklu
narrated by Kalkidan Getnet
About Ethio Jazz Digital Art
Step into a world where rhythm meets emotion, and melodies tell stories. "Ethio Jazz collection" is a vibrant celebration of the soulful essence of Ethiopian jazz, brought to life through a series of captivating illustrations and paintings.
This exhibition showcases the dynamic interplay of music and feeling, featuring characters immersed in the joy of playing instruments, dancing, and losing themselves in the hypnotic beats of jazz. Each artwork is a visual symphony, capturing the energy, passion, and cultural richness of Ethiopian jazz.
Created by Yeabtsega Getachew and Harerta Teklu, this collection invites you to feel the music, see the rhythm, and experience the spirit of a genre that transcends borders and speaks to the heart.
Limited Edition
40 x 60 cm | 40 Editions | Printed on art grade canvas with wooden frame
60 x 90 cm | 30 Editions | Printed on art grade canvas with wooden frame
80 x 120 cm | 20 Editions | Printed on art grade canvas with wooden frame
120 x 180 cm | 10 Editions | Printed on art grade canvas with wooden frame
Available at KIKUNDI Gallery, located inside Hilton Hotel, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia
Dance
Movement, rhythm, breath, and pulse a body in dialogue, off-center, off-balance, Teasing. Never fully at rest, translating sound into motion, becoming the music itself.
Drum
A sound synonymous with freedom, A product of the community, rebelling against the conventional, In a complete surrender.
Trumpet
A storyteller, a wanderer, a translator of the intangible. The artist, standing on the edge of the next note, pressing air into form, shaping silence into sound. Many, moving as one truth borrowed from the past, and gifted to the future.
Lute
The pulse of a city street, the hum of voices in a dim-lit club a call and response, a rhythm that pulls strangers into sync where shared histories meet spontaneous futures. Never solitary, never owned but borrowed, shared, and passed along.
Legend
A sonic architect, a cultural bridge, A visionary, bending tradition into something entirely new. Where the swing of Harlem collides with the mystery of the Ethiopian highlands, Steady, yet shifting, ancient and urgent a sound that never stands still.
Gofere
They say my voice tastes like the last drop of whiskey slow, burning, just enough to remember. Like wood soaked in rain, deep and aged Or the first cut of a cigar, rich with layers of spice and depth. Like charred coffee beans, dark and bitter, but with a slow-releasing sweetness. Like earth rich with iron, grounding. or honey on warm toast, smooth and golden and a shot of espresso at midnight keeping you awake long after it's gone not for everyone, but unforgettable to those who stay.
Emahoy
A woman plays with delicate strength, balanced between the earthly and the divine, making offerings in compositions her notes do not demand attention but ask for patience and stillness. She does not rush but drifts, as if searching for something lost. Moved in quiet circles. That’s never truly ending, like the sound of looking back, of remembering something distant gentle, yet weighted. Light, yet deeply rooted. A woman who knew how to make good use of silence.And everything in between.
Kebero
I don't just throw a hit rather awaken it.A living, breathing surface, responding to every touch like flesh against flesh. Every strike felt before it's heard I was taught Cold hands produce muted tones and warm hands bring resonance. Carrying ghost notes of past performances, A collaboration with time itself bouncing, swirling, and dissolving into the room.
Saxophone
A note begins somewhere inside the player’s body traveling through flesh and bone. Way before it ever touches the brass. This act of playing is a full-body ritual, a balance of breath tension, control, and release! As air is drawn in, the diaphragm pulls downward, ribs widen, the chest rises, while the shoulders remain loose the throat open. The feet planted firmly into the ground, And the whole room moves because a still body makes a still sound.
Xylophone
A voice made of wood and air It floats with a controlled weight, Notes waiting to be set free keeping time. Filling space.