…..Must come down. The landing don’t have to be terrible. It can be into a better place. Trust
I usually have a lot of ideas. All the ideas don’t always pertain to me drawing something. Naw, that would be quite boring. Even though I don’t really get bored. But ideas tend to rehash through other people. A lot of dope collabs get created out of these ideas. So often Reeswa and I bounce dope ideas with each other. This time Dj jamad is the subject matter. Stay tuned
Artwork I created after the passing of Prince. A lot of good times connected to some of the favorites classic music! Respect
So I told him 10 dollars and his face balled up like a writer creating with writers block. Oh! I’m talking about the guy in the pic with the red hoody. You see, he was asking about the cost of my new newly release coloring book. It seem like him and his people came across the event while walking by. The locals I quickly assumed. They walked around scooping the event trying to register what was going on.
So these fellas rolled up on me smelling like weed smoke wanting some answers. So after mentioning the price. He wanted to at least look through the book. He asked questions. Good questions. The outcome and His reply “I need to buy this for my nephew”. He paid. He wanted me to sign the book. And I enlighten his people about the art work hanging in the shop. Everybody happy. If I judged a book by its cover. The 3 dudes would’ve snub everything about the event. Just putting people together to be better. Yes yes y’all
This morning at 8:55am I’m out around my way getting shot by Ree swa. I’ve been shot by a few photographers but we usually have some eye catching results. I guess because I listen to her vision with her photoshoot and add my touch without changing too much of the original concept. The trust factor helps a lot. Plus the outcome makes us both look better. Everybody wins! Stay tuned
A lot of time. How you feel about life happens at the unexpected passing of others.
It’s been a long time coming, this shoot… and for the experience, I am truly grateful.
It was Friday morning, 11:39 a.m., when I arrived at Ras Lumumba’s house. Nine minutes behind schedule. But as I parked my car, he opened his door to welcome me. It’s always nice to see Ras Lumumba… He’s like an uncle to me. Wise. Honest. Funny… and caring. He is… He’s a father, husband, brother, uncle, painter, community leader, Babalawo… He is a man of many hats…many that I have not even named. Continue