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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.
My latest work. I want to work on surfaces like this more often. A lot easier to paint on, but hey, as long as the final piece looks good, right? I really like her eyes the most. I mean, it’s where most of the story is, but I tried some things with this thin white acrylic that I am proud of.
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.
I finished the figure for my latest work. Definitely a tiresome affair, but so worth it.
She’s beautiful, she’s blind, but beyond that, she’s beautiful. In my head she’s like Eli from “Let The Right One In” where she’s this beautiful protector with a dark secret. I really went for it with this one. A lot more shading than I’m used to and I’m trying to develop an affinity for complex clothing.
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.
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.
Inspired by the story of the indigenous people of Brazil being ran out of their home so that is can be demolished and replaced by a parking structure for the Olympics; I thought, what if they had a bad ass female lawyer on their side. She would be one of them, but left the pack to be assimilated into everyday society, but knowing where she was from. She would be their hero, deliberating by day and kicking ass, while sleuthing by night.
I haven’t been keeping up with my promises. I told you guys I would post and illustration a day until I found a job. I have been laxed these last 3-4 days. Not sure if that’s good or bad some of you. But for the few who actually enjoys these posts, here are two illustrations I have been picking at. Coy Apple is a mini portrait of Fiona Apple how I see her. Found the picture that spoked to me and I drew I with my little spin. I had a huge crush on her growing up, so it was fun sitting and doing that one.
Then there is Your King is a Queen and She’s Lost It, this one screams gender role. I mean the mushroom formation on her back resembled a small city, or kingdom and in many times it is perceived that the figure in charge or that is owner of the domain is male. But in this case she is female and drunk with the power she has realized that she can do what she will against the better judgement and advice of her council.
I found this great shot of Hattie Watson, a crush of mine, perusing the agglomeration of photos she has about the internet. In drawing it and trying something new with the color pencil in my sketchbook, I saw something more about the image. Her contemplative demeanor spurred me to think about the conservative mount against women. So I arrived at the name, And They Think! Like a personal jab to the man. Enjoy
Also, in other news, I am considering re-opening my little print shop. Get a few of these brown paper bad boys printed and sell them if anyone would be interested. Just an idea, but one i’m kicking around a little uneasy-like.