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84 results for “Undeclared fine art prints”
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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
Count the eyes: one closed, one open, one at the brow with a spiral for a pupil. Godwin removes the name from the face on purpose, so what …
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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
The calm here has a source: between the closed eyes sits a tiny meditating figure, crowned by the third eye. Godwin gives the face a night …
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COLL. 30/30Curator's Note
The face is all there, looking straight at us, and still it nearly vanishes. Black and white marbling runs across the features until skin b…
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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
Joshua Omoijiade sets a sombre scene in bright, happy colours: amid all the brightness and fads of life, death is always staring you in the…
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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. 19/20Curator's Note
The subject is the child. Godwin Edet Munam's masked ancestors sit with their backs to a crowned infant, guarding it, praying for it and fe…
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STU. 60/60Curator's Note
The rare Ai_mayor picture with no face in it, only the surfaces he usually builds faces from. At its centre a round window splits between l…
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COLL. 30/30Curator's Note
A woman's head floats a hand's width above her shoulders and casts its own shadow. Clement Obioha turns the caricaturist's instinct inward,…
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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. 19/20Curator's Note
A man squats with one hand drawing chalk on the ground and the other pressed to his heart, as shadow figures close in. For Joshua Omoijiade…
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STU. 20/20Curator's Note
The prayer builds line by line to a single word, Life, lettered larger than everything above it. Grace asks for a life measured by what it …
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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…
