The Three Yoruba Brothers
Three brothers. One inheritance. The light arranges itself around them like a verdict.

The Black Widow
She is two selves now. The woman she was, and the woman who remains.


Red Man
He has seen the whole city. Now the city looks back at him.
Tòlání
A woman adorned in Aṣò ẹbí. In the folds of her Gele, a calm, assured regality.
Halimat
The daughter of the middle. The one who fights to be seen. Her gaze always outwards.
Ada
The first daughter. The one who shoulders the weight, but whose tears won't show.
Àríkè
The last daughter. She shines and glows, stepping in the footsteps of her sisters, her head held high.

The Complete Auntys
Ada. Halimat. Àríkè. All three sisters, together.
The Last Dance
The music has not stopped. She has simply heard the silence underneath it.
The Red Man
His first breakthrough. The painting that left the studio and became the world's.

Yasuke
The African samurai. The image the world now uses. Anthony painted it first.

Mami Wata
Queen of the rivers. Mother of the deep. She has every gift, and she keeps the price.

Oriana
She arrived with flowers and weather in her hair, and the room rearranged itself.
Mama Gold
She built the market and the market built the city. The cigar is hers. So is the last word.
Goldie
Everyone in the room is looking. She decided that a long time ago.

The Traveller
One eye for the road ahead, one for the road behind. He has walked both.
Cleopatra
History painted her pale. The painting gives her back her face, and her cat.
Ayra Starr
A whole generation looked up at once. She was the thing they were looking at.
Stardust
She is made of the same thing as the sky. When she goes, she goes back into it.
Morningstar
Before he fell, he was the brightest. The fire remembers him. So does the dark.
Tutu
Enwonwu painted her, and the nation saw itself. Here she is again.
- Medium
- Mixed media on canvas
- Size
- 42 × 56 in
- Year
- 2024
- Edition
- Original · Acquired
- Studio of Anthony Azekwoh · Lagos · 2024
- Private collection, 2025
Three figures from the Yoruba pantheon, painted as the brothers they are. They stand close enough that the shadows touch. The painting refuses the hierarchy the old stories tried to force on them. Eldest, middle, youngest, all hold the frame equally. This was the first piece Anthony sold from the standalone canon, and the painting that opened the door to everything after.
