Aesthetic arts

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“Every artist was first an amateur” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Creativity takes courage” – Henri Matisse

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” – Pablo Picasso

“You don’t take a photograph, you make it” – Ansel Adams

“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” – Thomas Merton

“We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.” – Bob Ross

“A picture is a poem without words” – Horace

“The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke” – Jerzy Kosinski

“Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do” – Edgar Degas

“Creativity is contagious, pass it on” – Albert Einstein
🎨 by Nusenu Prince
🎨 by Bob-Nosa Uwagboe - Inspired by the END-SARS movement.
🎨Hysteria by John Ogbote
🎨 by Babajide Olatunji
🎨Obafemi Awolowo by Marnabas Macaulay
🎨A Sense Of Identity by Innocent Chikezie
🎨 The Longing by Sydney Osioh
🎨Ibile by Fagunrosi Segundo
🎨Some works of Freddie Cabral
🎨By Ben Ibede

This scene is so relatable 😊 🎨 by Lateef Olajumoke
🎨Sculpture by Kehinde Wiley
🎨 Awelewa by Eyitayo Alagbe
🎨 the baby and his mother by Koku Jones
Word Carvings by Akram Saffan
🎨Love beyond degree by Innocent Chikezie
🎨 by Bob-Nosa Uwagboe - Inspired by the END-SARS movement.
Can you picture this scene in your environment? Shadows of the evening by Innocent Chikezie🎨🎨
🎨Rural Mass Transit by Dafe Sowho

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