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51 results for “Precious Emeka Anih”
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STU. 19/20Curator's Note
Precious Emeka Anih paints pressure from every side: a young man doubled over as hands reach in from a burning sky, his creative fire burni…
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LTD. 15/15Curator's Note
Look twice: what reads as a single heart is two, conjoined, cut from brilliant crystal shards. Anth Ezeokoye makes the join almost invisibl…
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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
Watch the last word swell until it nearly fills the page. Loved is a prayer for ordinary days, when the noise gets in. Anth Ezeokoye letter…
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LTD. 15/15Curator's Note
Find the small figure on the winding yellow road, and the long shadow behind them. Anth Ezeokoye drew Discovery of Self so the distance alr…
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STU. 60/60Curator's Note
In the rest of Made in Lagos a yellow sun shines over the scene. Above the Central Mosque, Anth Ezeokoye turns it into a crescent moon. It …
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COLL. 30/30Curator's Note
Silk has always meant luxury. Mayowa Enoch Aiyedogbon gives the word to Ankara, wrapping a woman in Nigeria's beloved wax-print cloth: our …
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STU. 59/60Curator's Note
A single balloon, four strings, and a lion who clearly disagrees. Anth Ezeokoye turns the Igbo proverb Onye kwe, chi ya ekwe into a deadpan…
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LTD. 15/15Curator's Note
No candle ever loses its light by lighting others. Anth Ezeokoye gives that saying fiery colour, so the light seems to burn from inside the…
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STU. 60/60Curator's Note
Everything here pulls toward the pale circle at the centre, and one thin white line cuts straight through it. That line, Aiyedogbon says, i…
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COLL. 30/30Curator's Note
Ai_mayor reduces the person to a black outline, eyes closed, and still makes it the calmest thing in the frame. Flowers, stripes and a purp…
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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
The power here is in the angle: she is turned away from us, looking forward. Then you find the map of Africa inked on her neck, and the por…
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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
Emmanuel takes the thing a woman is taught to cover and paints it as weather: vitiligo shaped like clouds at first light. It is the gentles…
