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Open for commission and collaboration.
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.
Having a hard time feeling like i’m doing this right or ever going to finish it. Every time I look over it, something new is a miss and I am left all night correcting it. I, at times, see this as a contemptible trait, but an eventuality in being an artist. When you care a sense of dread comes from showing work that you yourself do not fully appreciate. It feels that way to myself in my personal case at least. For now I pluck away until I reach my sigh of relief.
But, I will try to post more often, I have realized that I don’t post enough. I love tumblr, I should give myself a reason to be on it.
I read a bit about the disconnect in relatability between Africans and African Americans. One of the major issues being the perception that most Africans come from a tribal place lacking a bit of civility. I believe that in and of itself is a misconception because I am african american and don’t believe such a thing.
In knowing of industrialization and what European expansion has done to Africa, I wanted to depict what would become of an individual of the land. Her needing to conform to social norms. I wanted to portray a certain level of disdain towards the changes in behavior, scenery, and customs.
This piece was definitely fun, learning and referencing tribes of the Omo Valley.
Once I got going on this one, could not stop. There is this level of discomfort I have seen in the women I have been with the first time you just sit there and admire their body in an exposed demeanor. This may not be true for all women, but with the few I have been with, I have been witness to it.
She can’t quite make out whether you like what you see or you’re noticing her flaws. Hence her immediate reaction.
I feel complacent. Things are happening, but not fast enough. I should be somewhere. Right now, I should be somewhere, but I am being stonewalled by plaguing circumstances and past indiscretion. So my work is beginning to reflect my current state. Things become less important, and the idea is the focus. The technique in understated because the message means more. If I am to be “stuck” why expel so much effort? I can only imagine a lot of you out there in the tumblrverse can relate. So here is an illustration to accompany the feeling.
Finished this one fairy quickly. Once I got started I couldn’t finished. It’s been a while since I have illustrated an exposed woman, but I felt it was necessary in this case. My point to this piece is there was a time when every women was protected. Every man took to protecting every women. We have come far from that and find ourselves belittling the opposite sex and berating those that have taken the “protector” role, male and female. It’s hard enough that every race sees us as the lesser, why do we do it to ourselves? Dedicate this one to my mom, sisters, and all the women in my life that deserve my protection.