How You Gon’ Act
Graphite, Charcoal, and Acrylic on Toned paper
I believe this is it for 2013. Hopefully in the new year I get comfortable with oils, push acrylics a little more and maybe dive into gouache. I’m looking to do some selling soon. Get rid of a few originals piling up. A nice home would do then some good. Plus what’s the point of creating them of they’re just to sit around in a closet?
It’s been a decent year with you all. I thank you and hope things get better from here.
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"To study the way is to study the self. To study the self is to forget the self. And to forget the self is to manifest the entire world."
Dōgen Zenji (via steve-kim)
To all Black girls


Your hair is beautiful.

It doesn’t matter if you rock natural kinks and curls

or weaves, wigs and sew-ins.

Don’t let nobody tell you shit.

(Source: africanaquarian)

Your voice coming through the line, you’re not exactly by my side
Graphite, colored pencil, and Acrylic on Toned paper
It has been a fairly good year, in regards to my art at least. I mean I’ve tried a few things, corrected a few things and just drew til I was tired. The good thing is the notice and respect of a few peers. I have been revering the work of a few that say they like my stuff and it really capped this year for me.
It means quite a bit to have people be receptive to my depictions of black men and women. At one time, I didn’t think anyone would. Finding a few blogs and discovering current black contemporary artist really instill some confidence in my direction and sticking to it. I really hope you all enjoyed what I have been showing and can’t wait for next year. Here’s to hoping I’m making something big of all of this. Thank you all and happy holidays.
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For years
They Don’t Make Em Like Me
Graphite and Acrylic on Toned paper
He said “Man, they don’t make them like you anymore.” She replied “They never made em like me.” Confidence in knowing you’ve got it like that.
A little inner dialogue that accompanied work on this one.
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When You Get A Chance
Graphite and Acrylic on Toned Paper
What started out as practice in value became this thing. It’s from a found image, but it reminds me a lot of family. A member from the other side I don’t see very much anymore (actually never see anymore). With the holidays upon us, I remember the quiet wars that raged during them. The ignoring, complaining, fallouts, bailouts, make ups, and so forth. This picture literally reads, I don’t really care to listen anymore. But from where I am standing, i’m trying to get her to do me a favor, much like what the title implies. I guess, i’m essentially referencing to a trivial point during the best of times.
Happy holidays, and sorry for the life story.
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Lianne la Havas.

Everything on her.

Not only is she gorgeous and talented, she loves what she does. I saw her in concert and she was more excited to be there than the crowd that tore the roof off.

Anonymous asked:
The way you use negative space is supeeeerb. I dig!!

Thank you anonymous admirer. I believe that is a carry over from my design classes. Also, I have this thing for filling the frame. 

Graphite, White Charcoal, and Acrylic on Toned paper
Well, here’s something.
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"Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen."
Sylvia Plath    (via marcescentfleur)

(Source: seabois)

She Says Really Sweet Shit
Graphite, White Charcoal, and Acrylic on Toned Paper
Pretty self explanatory. I asked, politely, if I could use her image for an illustration, she politely answered yes. Giving foreword about my work. I took a shining to her words. Then i drew her and in the midst of the illustration thought to myself; Man… I need to do more work with her. SO here is a days worth of work.
The “her” in question is Anarkhy. Thank you again.
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Rest in Peace Nelson Mandela.
18 July 1918 − 5 December 2013
Silver lining… To growing old.

You don’t truly appreciate growing old until you really reflect on what you have lived through. I mean it’s a marvelous thing when you think about. I was an impressionable toddler listening to Radiohead when they were new. I was there when one half of America, disliked the other. I mean there has been so many things that when they make history books, I will be able to say, like my parents, I was there for that. I can tell my kids how great Nirvana was for me, and what it was like when the first black president took office. I’ll be able to give first hand account on how 9/11 shook the nation, gay rights movement, leather pants on almost every rapper. Who knows what’s left to come, but growing old doesn’t really suck.

25 years and I’m starting to cope. Maybe at 30 Ill be complete content and at 40 just be through with it all lol.