Author Archives: chidi3s
African Mother (commission)
Created for a client’s mother, who wanted to celebrate their mother and the colourful vibrancy of his Nigerian heritage.
Filled with inner light (commission)
Created as a birthday present for the clients sister. This piece is composed of the receipts portrait, with symbols and images that depict the personal beliefs of the receipt, so she may always be reminded of her inner light in the darkest of times.
Motherly Love (commission)
This piece was requested by a son for his mother. Mothers are often an under celebrated source of strength, support and identity, I was overjoyed creating this piece. The details in the background tell the client’s story of his journey to maturity.
An Ocean full of Treasures
They say we know more about the surface of the moon than the surface of the ocean. This piece was created as a gentle reminder that the ocean is full of ‘treasures’ that are worth saving. The use of symbolism and colour is intended to capture the mystery and wonder of marine life.
Nina
“All women dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous women, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.” – T.E Lawrence
The great escape
Cynosure in distress
You can give them more than You can afford to, and and some people will still look at you like a poor man. Because you hold the door open, some people will mistake you for the door man. Hold them in the highest regard, they’ll still do what want to you regardless… give them yourContinue reading “Cynosure in distress”
Development
I’m sorry if my intelligence caught you by surprise I’m sorry if I shined a little too bright for your eyes. I’m sorry if my confidence brought out all your insecurities I’m sorry that pleasing you is no Longer my priority I’m sorry if my face and my outfit are intimidating. I’m sorry I stoodContinue reading “Development”
Attached
Nothing But a hard floor to lie on Nothing but a cold shoulder to cry on Nothing But a glimmer of hope Nothing But another way to cope Nothing but another rung on a ladder made of rope Strung along by nothing. Nothing left to lose Nothing left to prove Everything is really nothing atContinue reading “Attached”
