Rotimi Akinnire born in 1971 attended the Institute of the Textile Technology, Art and Design in Lagos. In his artist sojourn, he explores nature transforming into attractive and impressive scenery displaying the intricacy of nature and its splendor. The grandeur with which he lays lush trees, forest and woods leaves the viewer with an impression about nature that conveys a...
Rotimi Akinnire born in 1971 attended the Institute of the Textile Technology, Art and Design in Lagos. In his artist sojourn, he explores nature transforming into attractive and impressive scenery displaying the intricacy of nature and its splendor. The grandeur with which he lays lush trees, forest and woods leaves the viewer with an impression about nature that conveys a dream idea of paradise. Akinnire's work permeates into the canvas the serenity and ambience embedded in nature.
Rotimi Akinnire's works are widely sought after locally and internationally due to his vast experience. He has participated in quite a number of exhibitions both solo and joint.
Rotimi Akinnire
Formed entirely in soft monochrome tones, the trees rise quietly built not from brushstrokes, but from countless tiny dots. Whispers in Dots is a meditative exploration of nature's stillness, where each point holds breath, space, and shadow. In the absence of color, texture takes the lead, allowing the trees to speak in silence.
Rotimi Akinnire
A quiet path stretches beneath clustered trees, each dot placed with care but look again. Faces begin to appear some soft, some stern, some barely there. The Watchers in the Path is a pointillist illusion, where nature and presence blend. The trees whisper, the leaves listen, and the silence is alive. The longer you look, the more it reveals memories, spirits, or perhaps parts of yourself watching back.
Rotimi Akinnire
A quiet path stretches beneath clustered trees, each dot placed with care but look again. Faces begin to appear some soft, some stern, some barely there. The Watchers in the Path is a pointillist illusion, where nature and presence blend. The trees whisper, the leaves listen, and the silence is alive. The longer you look, the more it reveals memories, spirits, or perhaps parts of yourself watching back.
