2022
Artworks on this page we're started and finished between 2021 and 2022.
Color Pencil Drawings
A series of color pencil drawings I liked from my old, tan sketchbook.
This was my first introduction back into making art again.
Feel free to move them around.
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Portraits
While moving around the city, I've had some unique encounters with the entities in these portraits.
These were done in oil pastel and/or colored pencil.
AncestoryDNA.com (2022) Above
Oil pastel on paper (9x11in.)
I remember I felt far removed from my peers. They could trace their patterns and genetics back a bit. I've been in the dark a long time, wondering if my blood cells had any significance. I wanted to know if there was anything in my ancestoral history, linked directly to me, that I could be proud of. I didn't understand self at the time.
Window of New Life (2022) Below
Oil pastel on paper (9x11in.)
I went to visit a friend of mine in Bushwick. Three floors up, their bed was positioned right in front of the bedroom window. At eye-level, directly across the street was a dark, vacant room with an open window. I could hear a faint cry underneath the hectic sounds of the street below. The sound of a baby crying. I stared into the window long enough to see this.
Psycho-Delights (2022) Left
Oil pastel on paper (9x11in.)
Experimenting with psychodelic drugs has created some very pivotal moments in my life up until this point. Using them has always revised my thought process into something beyond my typical perspective. I'd say they have made me a better person in many ways, as weird it may sound.
Leather n' Laced (2022) Below
Oil pastel on paper (9x11in.)
I frequented a strip club when I came back home. I'd go after work some nights. This is where I would come to tease the foulness in me. Made a few acquaintances. None of them anymore out-of-place than people I meet in more "kosher" places.
Just us four (2022) Above
Oil pastel on paper (9x11in.)
The three of them really turned my psychosis around. It was Teacher, the baby and him. I'd say Teacher really took the controls and laid down the blueprint for me to wake up and work through my recovery. I also got a chance to understand him. It was hard, but I had them.
End of the Day (2022) Right
Oil pastel on paper (9x11in.)
Death is a something I think about more than I probably should. It just always leaves me astounded.
Do you think about how you continue to wake up day after day?
4TrainCommute
Black ink pen on 3 1/2 by 5 1/2in. paper
A series of black pen sketches I made in my tiny black notebook on my daily commute to work in Manhattan.
Every time I get on the train I will take thoughts floating around in my subconscious and put it on some paper for later.
