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”

In colour and in rhyme

“We are all here for a reason on a particular path You don’t need a curriculum to know that you’re apart of the math Cats think I’m delirious but I’m so damn serious That’s why I expose my soul to the globe; the world I’m tryin’ to make it better for these little boys andContinue reading “In colour and in rhyme”

Shadow of supremacy

 They stand against the light to cast shadows, that make our paths dark, it’s no wonder we got lost on our way home. We once sat on gold thrones, now we beg thieves for a place in our own home… we’ve been taught to fight their shadows, with the shade we throw, while the graveContinue reading “Shadow of supremacy”

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 “

Blossom 

As I shift my focus towards what the lotus shows us, I start to notice so much more, its like hocus pocus and I’m free from the locust swarm of the norm, returning to the form In which was born. A new seed planted in my mind. I Fertilised my perspective, to be less selective.Continue reading “Blossom “

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”