Mc angel (commission)

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.

Flower

Now Deeply rooted in my grey matter, emotions stem from a flower that never leaves. I lay there, mired in thought, wondering how different my plot would be, if her seeds were never sown… If she had never grown on me… Her petals shine like gold medals, on my podium of pandemonium, cropping up ever

le abre de vie

A producer of oxygen, provider of medicine, sustainance and shelter, a living thing that can convert light into food. Trees are magic

miss kemet

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 to

why she hid

she hid her face, though she was niether timid nor ashamed… niether was she meek,  nor tame… she felt there was a lot more to her picture than just the frame… there was nothing to hide, but so much more to see inside… so she hid the face she had, beacasue… she felt she was

Beautiful Struggle

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,

Half heartedly in love

They met in a dream, so real to him, she had made a lasting impression, but never hung around to be recalled at his discretion… One half of his heart she would fill with love, the other with tension. He knew she would either be a life partner or another life lesson Despite his many