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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.
I’m impartial to full nudity in my work. I usually like to convey the message with modesty. But everything about her in her natural state needed to be portrayed almost exactly to convey what I saw in seeing her like this in the reference.
Also, I have come to the realization that I love to draw tank girl tattoos. I’ve loved tank girl since I was young and now she’s the go to character when I want a small addition with attitude. Altogether this is one of my favorites I’ve made and that’s saying a lot because I’m really hard on my stuff.
P.S. The reference was shot by Ibra Ake, awesome photographer. Been a fan for a while and when I asked if I could used one of his works he said yeah. So, much love for that.
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.
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.
The name is inspired from a TV on The Radio song entitled, Blind. I really wanted to make her seems menacing in a way. As I said before, she reminds me of Eli from Let The Right One In. Boys would fall for her, but love only lasted as long as the boys proved useful to her. I mean they would grow older and die and she would have to find another.
I see that for her (my girl). Her love is deep and real, but in a way, out of necessity. Can you hate that?
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.