References II

Paragon || #artxman

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"Space Monk II" || #artxman

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"Dichotomy" || #artxman

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Four Seasons of Paper Dolls. 🌟✨⭐️💫🌙 #blackhistorymonth #icons #donnasummer

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Work

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"PRINCESS ZAOULI" — #AlienEdits

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@ae_selfies / #AlienEdits

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♑️ @ae_selfies / #AlienEdits

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C/Fe 005

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The Art Tickling my Fancy

It must be a factor of minimalism and abstract thought dominating my mind at the moment but I’ve been drawn towards certain types of artist of late. Clean lines, laser focused use of colours, whimsical projections, whatever it is about these following artists, they’ve definitely found themselves seared into my imaginary. I’ll let their work speak for itself.

Issak Ik Emokpae

 

Oluseye

"two dimensional sculptural portraits" #oluseye

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Victor Ekpuk

Studio today. #artiststudio #victorekpuk

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Francis Kalu Essoua AKA Enfant Précoce

 

Neals Niat

Victork Ehikhamenor

Woman in trance. #tbt #thingsremembered

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Iman Geddy

Yellow is still a great color. #illustration #HyperCherries

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Adele Supreme

We just want the food to appear already

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Promise O’nali

 

Bryant Giles

" morning "

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If art imitates life then I want to believe the reverse is also true. For is life not art unfiltered, uncut, raw? This relationship cannot be one directional, both are inextricably linked and exist symbiotically. Perhaps if I put more of how I see me – myself and my kind – and how I would like to be perceived into my words, I will see it reflected in life. Satre says: “The other sees me, therefore I am.” Is it too much to want this other’s gaze to be understanding, if not kind?
I will fight this war with words, my pages the battle ground. One woman, armed with a pen. Here’s to hoping mine is as mighty as I’ve heard it can be.

Manifesto

Create create create

till you spew out something

that can make order out of this chaos

or at least rearrange it 

make it into a mess worth looking at

consume – voraciously

share, don’t be afraid

at best they will love it

at worst they won’t

but it will still be

you will have created

from nothing something will be born

pick up your axe

make yourself a table and a chair

a bed if lying makes it easier

don’t ignore the voices

speak with them

or louder than them

scream until your lungs give out

shine – bright and blinding

    Be

fall and stand 

dust yourself off 

patch up your holes

or make a new dress altogether 

do until you can’t do anymore

then do more

soar until you can’t tell

down from up