The Nigerian art scene: in a moment of transformation

Nigeria stands at a pivotal moment of transformation, where a comprehensive view of its socio-economic and cultural landscape is essential. There is a growing call for introspection and alternative approaches to financial resilience, a reevaluation of traditional values, and a shift away from individualism toward collective well-being. 

I touched down in Lagos just as Art Week began, leading up to the 9th edition of Art X Lagos. My trip was inspired by a curiosity to engage with what I’d observed to be an art ecosystem in bloom. I’d been peeking into the Lagos visual art scene through the internet for a few years, and observed that Nigerian artists were increasingly engaging with the natural world in profound ways. I spent my week moving through the city, experiencing it as a quilt with bright and withered colours, stitched together to make the whole. I came at a time marked by a continuing decline of the naira’s value, and witnessed how heightened luxury sits starkly beside austerity, both held within a city reckoning with infrastructural decay. The conversations I engaged in critiqued, among other factors, excess individualism and untamable systemic residue from colonial disruption. Situating myself in these tensions provided insight into how they impose on the art landscape, and contextualised the tendency to gesture with nature through material recomposition within artistic practice. 

This year’s Art X Lagos took a distinct approach with only ten commercial galleries, aiming to balance commercial elements with a legacy-centred focus. This dual approach blended commercial interests and the essential inclusion of cultural and intellectual frameworks through interactive installations. Among the standout projects was Mark-Makers: Unsung Pioneers, an exhibition curated by Missla Libsekal, honouring overlooked Nigerian figures who impacted fields such as science, art, and social activism. Another notable exhibition, Restless Cities: From Lagos to the World, marked photographer Andrew Dosunmu’s first solo exhibition in Africa, exploring Nigerian urban life and resilience. Art Week lent itself to the fair’s larger ethos, illuminating how artists, curators and practitioners continue to activate, reshape, and nourish the art ecosystem.

Andrew Dosunmu, Restless Cities: From Lagos to the World, courtesy Art x Lagos

The week began with a shared guide to Art Week, offering a thoughtful array of recommendations that led me to Wunika Mukan Gallery for a live painting session. The atmosphere was electric yet grounding, a rare harmony where the process of creation felt as tangible and immediate as the final work itself. It became evident that this week would be as much about witnessing the act of making as it was about appreciating the completed piece.The show, titled Eternal Life, was a solo exhibition by the renowned self-taught artist Edozie Anedu, who had transformed the gallery ceiling into a breathtaking mural that called to mind the reverence of chapel frescoes.The accompanying soundscapes deepened the experience, with rhythmic pulses and layered textures creating a sonic environment that heightened immersion and intimacy. The gallery served as a microcosm for Nigeria’s broader struggle with reconciling traditional religious values with the fluidity and adaptability needed for social and economic progress.

 

I was intrigued by the artist’s adeptness at conveying meaning through innovative use of materials and architectural forms, revealing dialogue between medium and space. Mobolaji Ogunrosoye’s collage practice interrogates themes of memory, agency, and identity. She situates her voice within the shifting dialogue of Nigeria’s value systems, where traditional frameworks are gradually giving way to more progressive ideals that shape contemporary Nigerian identity and consciousness. In her Art X Lagos installation with Kó Gallery, Ogunrosoye‘s movable collage works offered an experiential view of the images, prompting the viewers to perceive each layer both as an individual component and as an integral part of a cohesive whole. The transparency of perspex emphasised the work’s fluidity, providing a continuous reconfiguration that speaks to the temporality and complexity embedded in contemporary Nigerian narratives.

Mobolaji Ogunrosoye, courtesy Olayinka Eno Babalola

This focus on material innovation, particularly in relation to the Earth, lies at the heart of contemporary Nigerian sculpture practice, presenting a dynamic synergy between found, carved, and unearthed materials. The AMG Projects hosted an exhibition titled BIG Sculpture: An Anthology of Contemporary Nigerian Sculpture, curated by Mathew Oyedele, which encapsulated this energy, offering a platform for a cross-generational dialogue. Spanning established, mid-career, and emerging sculptors, the show anchored on, while moving past traditional boundaries, inviting exploration into how these varied materials engage with space and texture. Olubunmi Atere, a self-taught artist, occupies a significant position alongside her mentor, Djakou Kassi Nathalie, illuminating the vital role of established masters in guiding and supporting emerging talent. Atere’s work often combines tactile, earthy textures with vibrant, unconventional materials, from clay and fabric to found objects; she integrates traditional and contemporary elements. In this context, artists are not merely utilising natural materials but engaging in an active dialogue with them, coaxing out complex expressions of identity, memory, and transformation. 

Mobolaji Ogunrosoye, courtesy Olayinka Eno Babalola

The studio visits were an essential part of my trip, offering insights into the artists’ processes and how connections with the personal and collective inform their conceptual approaches.

I had the privilege to visit Ayoola Gbolahan’s studio, this offered an intimate glimpse into the creative process of one of Nigeria’s most acclaimed contemporary artists. I was taken by Gbolahan’s use of earth in his dotted series. Through imposing the earth on canvas, coupled with acrylic, pigments and glue, he grounds his work in a profound, tactile connection to the land. This interplay between the earthy material and the bold colour palette highlights Gbolahan’s skillful negotiation of contrasts, underscoring the tension between the raw, foundational qualities of the earth and the expressive, energetic potential of colour.

While visiting emerging artist Timilehin Oludare’s studio, I discovered his multidisciplinary practice spanning sound, scent, and visual mediums. Inspired by his Nigerian upbringing, Oludare explores surrealism, conformity, escapism, and play. His use of red in his surrealist mixed media works is both symbolic and evocative, serving as a visceral reflection of the emotional and psychological toll of living within the complexities of Nigeria. He uses line drawing to speak to themes of death and decay, employing symbols such as birds and moonlight. These motifs offered valuable insights into the transitions within Nigerian society, highlighting what may be both ending and beginning.

Timilehin OludareReaching for pleasure, 2024, Price on request ENQUIRE on Latitudes

The week culminated with Life in Colour, an exhibition that masterfully explored the emotions and stories that define human existence. Curated by Fabia Alabraba, the bold use of colour and vivid imagery encouraged viewers to reflect on transformative moments that shift life from shades of grey into a vibrant, multifaceted tapestry, urging an embrace of the full spectrum of experience. Among the standout works were the mixed media paintings by Addie Mak, whose portrayal of chocolate-brown faces, with their child and doll-like quality, struck a perfect balance between innocence and depth. The figures, expressive yet subtly unreadable, exuded a sense of guarded emotion, which were affecting but not easily articulated. Their serious gazes hinted at a world of quiet introspection, evoking a sense of nostalgia. Layered textures and warm earthy tones provided a tactile depth to the pieces, as though the artworks themselves carried memories, inviting viewers into a space where innocence and maturity coexist, capturing an ineffable sense of familiarity and wonder.

Addie Mak, In Living Colour 

Nigeria stands at a pivotal moment of transformation, where a comprehensive view of its socio-economic and cultural landscape is essential. There is a growing call for introspection and alternative approaches to financial resilience, a reevaluation of traditional values, and a shift away from individualism toward collective well-being. Elements of the natural environment, especially water and land, provide a symbolic framework for reinterpreting Nigeria’s challenges and transitions. Within this context, Art X Lagos balanced market demands with engagement in Nigeria’s deeper consciousness, offering a meaningful response to the nation’s evolving narrative. 

Revelation

A couple of years ago when this image came to me, I received it like every other image in the #bluewoman series as one that requires questioning and unlearning but without need for immediate understanding so I painted her anyway and hope she’ll reveal more later.


Fast-forward March 2016 on the floor of the Senate of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, a bill for gender equality was presented by a female senator and my surprise is not because the bill was quashed at the very minute BUT that it wouldn’t even be granted a second reading and also because not a single male spoke FOR it on a floor that has 107 ( only 7 are women ). Where were the so called liberal western state senators, the elites of the south , open minded mid states and the new generations of the north?! All of a sudden everyone aligned and the wind blew to reveal the chicken’s anus.


Now I understand this image. The cock is her male, he appears as one with interest in her aims and one willing to give as much RESOURCES to push her forward towards fulfilling goals (I just understood the action of his tail) but there is the important detail of him standing on her BACK as there’s a difference if it was her shoulder. How does he explain standing on her back and directly making her crawl instead of walking? They’re heading in the same direction but it looks as though she’s bearing his weight. What does RELIGION and CULTURE say of this apparition? Her face is calm, he looks delighted and they remain joined in parts despite this imbalance. The most important detail and the last one is the globe-like golden ball in her hand. It is said that God has got the world in His hand, what has this woman got in her hand?

Ode

Knowledge is the pearl of human existence. In fear, I say to man ”Ignore truth; it causes what brings pain to your soul…CHANGE. I am grieved because knowledge doesn’t bring freedom; it’s a systemic way of imprisoning the reasoning of man. We clamor freedom. In haste I reason, in fear I destroy. Blank, white, razor, sharp, how does this function? In-depth, miscarriage, lack of age, fear of reasoning, how does these function? I know not. My ace is not clear; I’m imprisoned within my own self.

Do you have a say? No. Can I object? Yes. Does mystery abound? Incarceration, displeased, towel and warmth. Yet my son, I say to you there’s a place beyond the horizon; it’s fruitful but not fertile. Inconsistency, baseless, doesn’t seem right, symmetry in lineage and you still believe because all you have is faith. Don’t promise, don’t deliver, it won’t change the end. Lies, institutions, craze, beginning of the end. I will not break, again I will stand because there’s a tomorrow for my child; the only one I’m yet to know.

Real View

I really don’t know a thing, I just hold on. Faith, It’s striped, it’s checked and it all doesn’t come together but it doesn’t lack meaning. The idea of learning is confusing because understanding is relative. You’ll ask; why must I know? It is called reasoning my dear. You can’t come along because you fear that you don’t know. How does this grow into what they intend? Why will it not kill and destroy? You don’t know a thing. I can’t go on because I tire. I’ll need sleep so my thoughts can still convey meaning.

Hmmm, like I really meant it. It doesn’t have to, I really don’t bother. We are not liberated we only claim to be and our ignorance knows no bounds. Spew it, I say so. If anyone asks, please point in my direction. I never owe, I only borrow. Lending never really occurs but I’ll give it all my best. You have been saying the same things and the same beliefs over the years don’t heal an unstable mind.

Don’t fear it, let it go. Free the image that besets you. It can’t heal you and it will only destroy with much pain. Does this makes the sense you seek; reason, it lies within.

Events In Kaleidoscope

My mind races, my fears are unknown (so it seems) I remember people of similar experiences, van Gogh, Socrates, were they heard? Or was their time and efforts ignored? To pass hope to the coming, to place base on what is unbecoming, I still lack understanding of these things. People move in a range with seemingly impossible direction. Do they do this on impulse? Are they aware of consequences? Is there a chance for reformation of purpose? Are we all aware and in this together?

Are these questions or statements? Who would fear that which is coming without much observance and pure discrimination of thoughts? Gather yourself together and stop sounding unbecoming. Stay let it rain, that which is within is aspiring a change for all. You can’t effect what you lack belief in, it doesn’t happen when convictions are lacking. Spew it out if it doesn’t do you good, it becomes cancerous to the few that lies remaining in there. When it makes sense it’s called organized when it’s far from what they know, it none organized.

Who says what? And who says not? My fears are insurmountable, I can’t overcome, and it is innate, opaque in clarity. These entire still doesn’t come together as one. Its strength doesn’t lie in its division. Thinking hard plus thinking at all, is not the same thing. We fear the unknown yet we must know it. Does it have direction? You ask, will it wear off with time? You suggest, will it bring pain and sorrow? You know. Yet you go ahead because you are convicted to. Don’t fear it, it can’t take you on. You are way ahead of their time. Will they say stop? I bet they will. Do they know these things?

No. I’ll advice when you get there. Call me, it will be only you; alone without understanding. YOU FEEL DESERTED. Do I care? Don’t trust me. Is it in you? I’ll say yes. I only believe in my within and that’s all you’ll get. Fear not. Will you have your doubts? It’s only normal to the weaklings. Its unproductive, it leads nowhere, the end will justify and it’s near. It is only pure belief. If you know, say so and if you don’t, let it go. It will all come back; there’s time. No lack of opportunities. I’m not right; it has nothing to do with me. It only takes things, actions, events and it’s done. I won’t be there. Enough, of what? I can’t hear a thing and then we all go blank again just like it was. It is well.