Some black guy is actually a piece I created that inspired another piece of mine titled
Some black guy comes as a reaction and total disrespect of the black mans body.. His body isn’t worth anything. He has no real identity. Society views him as sometimes an entertainer, sometimes a genius, sometimes even a father but at the end of the night. His name appears on your tv screen. You don’t bother to remember because you see this everyday. Some black guy killed again. They look at the mysterious circumstances that made him who he is. They wait for him to explode so they can revert back to what they have trained themselves to know. Oh yea Antonio I think his name is I’m not sure I forgot.. Doesn’t matter he’s just “some black guy”
Some black guy is done in mixed media on 8×10 canvas.
Comes from certain feelings one has about himself as an artist as a black man and as a vessel of culture so to speak.. I am not interested in labels or movements. I consider myself nothing.. I am nothing.. Just some black guy. A nobody.. But when I leave this place I hope my art will be helpful to young men and women and I hope it symbolizes the fact that a black man who is considered nothing sometimes in society can be something actually.. Something much more.
This piece is 16×20 on canvas done in a mixed media technique I call nothing. Hope you dig it and I hope some of my thoughts and sentences that run through my head spark some discussion in your mind.
“SELF PORTRAIT OF AN INTERESTING NEGRO”
IS MY NEWEST PAINTING DONE WITH A MIXED MEDIA (16×20) TECHNIQUE ON PAPER. I WANTED TO CONVEY NOTHING IN THIS PIECE ACCEPT FOR A DUALITY ON WHICH THE VIEWER CAN VIEW THE SUBJECT WHICH ARE ALWAYS SOME MOROSE DEFORMED ABSTRACT VERSION OF MYSELF. I FIND AT TIMES THAT I AM LOOKED AT AS A CASE STUDY OR AN ANIMAL IN A CAGE BEING TESTED BY SCIENTISTS.. SOME DAYS I IMPRESS THEM WITH MY INTELLECT AND THE BEAUTIFUL COLORS MY MIND CAN FORM BASED OFF OF MY PAST AND ABILITY TO MAKE LIGHT OF WHATS HEAVY AND OF COURSE THOSE OTHER TIMES IM JUST SOME BLACK FUCKING APE.
“American Psycho 1”
is a piece I’ve been working on for some time it is inspired by a lot of things in American culture particularly a certain type of culture, the one of the yuppie. American Psycho happens to be my favorite novel for different reasons but one them for sure is the way it depicts the American Yuppie and their way of dealing with the issues of the world and what they think of them and how it affects them. To me this is all intriguing and I decided to make 1 of many pieces that will be inspired from the novel. I call this American Psycho 1. This piece was done on canvas and paper.
ALL GOOD IN THE HOOD COMES FROM THE APPRECIATION EITH MY SURROUNDINGS AND FINDING THE SUBTLE YET RAW BEAUTY THAT IS HIDDEN IN EVERY CRACK AND CREVICE.. THE VISUALS FROM A HOOD MUCH LIKE THE ONES YOU SEE ON TV.. OCCUPIED WITH DISMAY AND HOPE WITH POLICE AND STRUGGLE WITH TRASH AND VACANCY.. WITH BROKEN DREAMS AND THE BIGGEST ASPIRATIONS.. THIS IS ITS ALL GOOD IN THE HOOD AND TO ME THE HOOD IS ALWAYS GOOD.
(These visuals reflect my personal observation and a small glimpse into the East New York, Crown Heights and Brownsville neighborhoods in Brooklyn. All areas I’ve lived in one time or another in my life. Hope you and enjoy and stay Woke)
TRIBAL MAN WAS INSPIRED BY AN AFRICAN SCULPTURE THAT I HAVE IN MY HOUSE. I WANT TO ONE DAY GO TO AFRICA AS I FEEL ITS AVERY AFRICAN AMERICANS RIGHT TO VISIT THE MOTHERLAND. THE TRIBAL MAN IS THE MAN WHO PROTECTS HIS LOVED ONES, THE TRIBAL MAN IS SOMEONE WHO LIVES IN THE SKIN AND BREATHES THE AIR OF HIS PEOPLE, THE TRIBAL MAN LOVES HIS QUEEN AND PUSHES HER TO THE HEIGHTS OF THE HEAVENS, SOCIETY FEARS THE TRIBAL MAN. SEND HIM BACK TO AFRICA. DIMENSIONS FOR THIS PIECE ARE 17X14 AND WAS DONE IN ACRYLIC PAINT AND SOFT PASTELS.
I FEEL LIKE IF YOU ARE FROM BROOKLYN AND ESPECIALLY FROM SOME OF THE MORE URBAN GHETTO AREAS YOU GROW UP BEING A DREAMER ALWAYS WANTING SOMETHING BETTER BECAUSE OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES YOU ARE IN OR YOU LIVE AROUND. I MYSELF LOVE THIS PLACE EVEN WITH ALL OF ITS FLAWS AND DECAYS WITH ITS VICTORIES AND COLDNESS I STILL LOVE BROOKLYN. I TRY TO KEEP MY HEAD UP AND AVOID LOOKING DOWN SO THAT THE STRIFE OF REALITY WONT CUT THROUGH MY DREAMS LIKE A RUSTY KNIFE.