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.

Kind stranger

She was a kind stranger, I had never met anything of the kind, or anyone stranger… To some a freak, to me unique To some she seemed lazy, and a coward… To me she was bravery and power. To me she was sweet, to some sour… She told me she didn’t care about them, orContinue reading “Kind stranger”

Under the influence

The waves danced like devine feline across the shoreline, to the tune of a moon so full ,it could have worn out a ware wolf.  she was refelcting the suns light when the days got darker, she went through her phases but she was always there, on time, in rhythim. contantly influencing under the influence.Continue reading “Under the influence”

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 toContinue reading “miss kemet”

lusting real love

I try not to get too caught up in appearances, but how could I not lust for lips that speak truth… How could I, not get lost in eyes, that have seen love in everything. How could I not marvel at a selfless smile… And how could I, not long to hold, a body thatContinue reading “lusting real love”

Fake flowers 

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 “

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 wasContinue reading “why she hid”

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,Continue reading “Beautiful Struggle”

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 manyContinue reading “Half heartedly in love “

Peice of my mind 

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 “