In Luke Agada's Of Tempest, Of Dreams, multiple figures occupy an uninscribed interior, their bodies folding into one another and slipping between figuration and abstraction. Art-historical echoes are difficult to ignore; Picasso’s Cubist fragmentation comes to mind, yet the palette is unmistakably Agada’s: warm browns, ochres, and muted tones. The hybrid figures and indeterminate setting make the painting difficult to locate. Are we in Lagos, Chicago, New York,
