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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
Àríké carries the name her family chose: meant to be spoiled on sight. Funmilayo Tejumola paints her as a young woman preparing for marriag…
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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
Start at the white star in the centre and follow one petal outward. Ibrahim packs leaves, scrolls and hatching so densely that every return…
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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
Notice Me is a title that asks, and a pose that does not need to. Her head is tipped back, eyes closed, beads flying loose from her throat:…
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STU. 60/60Curator's Note
A building made of angles, drawn so that it seems to move while standing still. Anth Ezeokoye catches the Civic Centre from the road, with …
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STU. 60/60Curator's Note
Before it was a square it was a racecourse, and the horses never left. Anth Ezeokoye puts the rearing horse statues at the centre of the gr…
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STU. 60/60Curator's Note
Lagos is a city held together by its crossings, and Anth Ezeokoye gives one of its newest landmarks the same affection as its oldest. In Ma…
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STU. 60/60Curator's Note
The face is filled with black, leaving only silver eyes and lips, so the person stays unnamed. The one bright, living thing is a red and bl…
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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
Sisi is the Yoruba word for a young woman in her prime. Christian paints two of them mid-stride, one gazing up at the other as if the next …
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STU. 60/60Curator's Note
One plane parked, one lifting away: the two halves of every trip home. Anth Ezeokoye spells the airport's name across the terminal exactly …
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STU. 60/60Curator's Note
Of all the Made in Lagos scenes, this one carries the most weight. Anth Ezeokoye honours the Lekki toll gate during EndSARS as a moment of …
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STU. 60/60Curator's Note
Her face is drawn in black and white while everything around her blooms in colour. Then you notice the hand resting on her shoulder, the on…
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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
Tajudeen photographed a procession of drummers in cream robes under a hard blue sky, then reworked it until it moved like paint. The faces …
