


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.
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.
- Medium
- Mixed media on canvas
- Size
- Enquire
- Year
- 2026
- Edition
- Original · 1 of 1
- Studio, 2026
A woman in a tall red gele and a red mermaid gown is caught mid-step, turning towards the viewer, red trailing behind the skirt where she has just spun. The skirt is still resolving out of its own movement, painted looser than the body above it, so one figure carries two speeds. Behind her a man in black agbada and cap leans his face down beside hers, his eyes closed. He is in shadow and the light is on her, and that difference assigns the parts. The ground behind them is black and flat, and the two of them are the whole occasion. Azekwoh stops her mid-turn while the red is still catching up, and the title only works from the far side of the evening: a last dance is named once it has happened. In a body of work he describes as an autobiography of Lagos told through its inhabitants, this page belongs to the woman dancing, and the man beside her attends.