The Griot · Lagos / 2026I grew up surrounded by stories. My English teacher, the writer Kola Tubosun, showed me what words could do. By secondary school, I was writing constantly. Fiction, essays, anything to capture what I saw in my head.
Then my laptop broke. No money to fix it. So I picked up leftover pens and A4 paper from my parents' house and started drawing. It wasn't a pivot. It was survival. Somewhere in those early sketches, I found a new dialect for the same language.
I taught myself how to draw with a mouse on Photoshop. Studied the neoclassical painters, Jacque-Louis David, Norman Rockwell, and fused their technique with the mythology I had grown up hearing. African folklore, Yoruba cosmology, stories of gods and mortals.
In 2021, I dropped out of Chemical Engineering at Covenant University to commit to the work full-time. The studio is in Lagos. The work moves between the screen, the canvas, and the foundry in Benin. Oil and acrylic on canvas. A mouse on Photoshop. Bronze, marble, the patinated surface as argument.
The technique is inseparable from the philosophy. Every painting carries the texture of survival: cracked, layered, patinated. Not as aesthetic choice but as argument. The surface says: this has endured. This was always here. You just were not shown it.