This commission was my first ever family portrait. So I’d like to dedicate it to my family… The family thats here, the family that’s gone, and the family that’s yet to come… thanks for clearing the path and never letting me forget where I came from. Thank you for being so strong, for showing meContinue reading “A family portrait (comission)”
It’s always a pleasure making art for fellow artists. This was commissioned by a friend of the very talented MC Angel. I used symbolic representation of her values and her own lyrics to make this portrait.
Her heart breaks, not for the player and his promiscuous ways, but for the homeless lady she sees in the same spot everyday. Her heart bleeds, not for gucci bags or anything else she might wish to keep. But because she heard about families in Grenfell towers burning in their sleep. Her heart weeps notContinue reading “Shallow tears”
“The force that unites the elements to become all things is Love, also called Aphrodite; Love brings together dissimilar elements into a unity, to become a composite thing. Love is the same force that human beings find at work in themselves whenever they feel joy, love and peace. Strife, on the other hand, isContinue reading “Aphrodite”
They would ridicule, they would laugh. They would stand in her way with envy and wrath. but she builds pyamids with the blocks they place in her path. she knows the shadow of the great sphinx could be cast by a scare crow, and so, her fears would rule her if she didn’t learn toContinue reading “miss kemet”
Dear inventor of fake flowers, why? I understand that maybe you just wanted to capture beauty and keep it forever, but don’t you let people believe that looks will last. Didn’t you realise that there is beauty in aging, that there is character to the bunch with a few wilting stems? You can’t trick meContinue reading “Fake flowers “
so much beauty…you would struggle to see, but be left in awe once you saw it… I watched myself profit from my plummet… Encouraged by contagiously courageous condemnation, inspired by painstakingly painful perspicacity… What gave me the audacity, to stay, to face it… I had to face it, I could never escape it, through empty glasses,Continue reading “Beautiful Struggle”
The mind; a battle field, for the worrier warrior, who draws the will he wields from his soul sheath, while hiding behind his ego shield. Fighting for a sense of security, defending a feeling of purity, descending and transcending maturity. An odyssey not for the eyes to see, just time zones redefined by a mindContinue reading “Peice of my mind “