
Red Man
He has seen the whole city. Now the city looks back at him.

The Black Widow
She is two selves now. The woman she was, and the woman who remains.
Abraham & Isaac
The hand stays raised. The angel has already arrived. The inheritance is the moment between.

Black Panther
The body that refuses to be tamed. The black that was never decoration.

Storm
She does not wait for the weather. She is the weather.
The Three Yoruba Brothers
Three brothers. One inheritance. The light arranges itself around them like a verdict.











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.
- Medium
- Charcoal and digital mixed media on canvas
- Size
- 34 × 46 in
- Year
- 2020
- Edition
- Original · 1 of 1
- Studio of Anthony Azekwoh · Lagos · 2020
Charcoal pulled fast and heavy, the line still urgent, the hand still moving. A man in a fedora and a worn jacket, watchful, downcast, dignified. This is Lagos in a single face, the weight of it carried quietly, the witness who outlasted the thing he witnessed.