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 finest emotion of which we are capable is the mystic emotion. Herein lies the germ of all art and all true science. Anyone to whom this feeling is alien, who is no longer capable of wonderment, and lives in a state of fear, is a dead man. To know that what is impenetrable forContinue reading “the mystic emotion”
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 “
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 wasContinue reading “why she hid”
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 “
Sever ties, or sew it’s seems…fabricated materialism tightly woven into a dream… Buttons pushed, tighter at the collar…the emperor needs a new suit, for which he will pay top dollar… Strung along ever so gently, tucked neatly into a pocket, ironed out,nice and clean….Or so it seams… Fabricated materialism; satin stitches sewn, the emperors stunningContinue reading “moral fabric”