Another artist I look up to is from Paris well known for his self-portraits that he brings to life and manipulated digital self-portraits with the use of photography and pen line work his name is Sébastien DEL GROSSO. He uses the sketches to illustrate his life and events that have been important to him. Him being inspired by his grandmother to illustrate and draw made him want to do the same when he grows up. So he is the product of his grandmothers’ great talent. “He states that it’s always important to remember the history behind an image, as it helps to produce a quality image, when he makes or creates an image, he tries to draw attention of the viewer and hold it.
I’ve got people that inspire me in the design illustration industry one of them is an Artist based in Madrid Gabriel Moreno he is known for his work as an illustrator in the advertising industry. He has reached a mark he has successfully developed his personal line of art with the use of fine liner, pencil, ink, marker, watercolor, and digital art. His pieces make striking statements about female beauty through graphic and elegant images create a flow in terms of how the lines compliment each other. His work intertwines the lives of individuals and animals through endless bands of line work. Paying tribute to the advertising industry with the use of art that tells a story intertwined with brands.
That is what I’m working towards creating my own illustration style that will some how work in every platform linked to advertising and brands.
Madrid Gabriel Moreno
Checkout his work
My curiosity is growing in just observing the humans I’m surrounded with and how humans behave.
“The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.” E. M. Forster. I embody the characteristic stated above what drives me the most is my curiosity and free mind being at the forefront. With that said there is a thin line between us humans that we all embrace will elaborate later about what that is.
My fascination and curiosity is about to explode from the development of humans, manipulated humans, structured molded by society. There are many humans in the world and it’s said every individual has a role and purpose. There is a new term that I’ve been using “KUMNANDI EMHLABENI” which is a term used when one is having fun direct translation FUN on EARTH. I believe what you release on universe shall be so.
It seems like the main purpose of humans is to be happy but we make it difficult for ourselves as a human race sometime I wish this skin color race thing can fall away and look at each other as humans. The most depressing part of the human race is we’re obsessed with this idea of ‘THEM, and US, which divides the human race, be it racial, cultural, religious or political. My main aim for my next project is to not create division or focus on one race. I just want to focus on the human race at large. I know I’ve been one of the people that believe in black empowerment and over a series of research I discovered that when focus on one race I place myself in a box and there are more then enough activist who are doing a great job but in order to unit we need to focus or turn the attention to the human race. I’ve learnt to stop complaining but to find a solution for everything I come across just being aware of my surroundings.
“Some day science may have the existence of mankind in power, and the human race can commit suicide by blowing up the world.” As Henry Adams
The new project and art I’m working on is under my art program named Human Thread. Human thread concept came about finding what is it that separates us as human beings, only to find that there is a thin lining that covers us which is the SKIN. A THREAD is thin and could be cut easily it’s just that as humans of all races we choose not to but the fact is we can.
I’m greatly inspired and influenced by Yann Arthus-Bertrand who is a French photographer, journalist, reporter and environmentalist who has a project called,” What makes us HUMAN.” He dreamt of a film in which the power of words would resonate with the beauty of the world. The movie relates the voices of all those, men and women, who entrusted him with their stories. And it becomes their messenger.” HUMAN aims to be a sensitive and loving portrait of who we are, as a community, a family but most importantly as individuals. HUMAN shows the dark side of mankind but sheds light on the best of it, for we all have inside of us this will to live together. This is the message that this film tries to convey. Together, united, we can meet the challenges of today and tomorrow. HUMAN is part of an overall logic whose intention is to gather together initiatives and resources from the community scene and from the humanitarian, ecological or social sectors.
The 2nd series of Human Thread is more focused on genetic engineering, technology and human race genetic code. The human race has improved everything, but the human race. All I nee to do know is to find out HOW will I show this in an art form. And also analyze my WHY in a more direct form. I’ve got a concept and message.
by Yann Arthus-Bertrand, film and experience #WhatMakesUsHUMAN.
THE WORST WOUND that mankind suffer are afflicted in the SOUL.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
The 5th of July 2014 this day marks the day of my fathers passing the day I realized I shall never have a Father that lives within a body “flesh”, this day 5th July 2015 marks a 1st year of his passing.
I had written a piece for him which I’m glad he read and seeing the tears of joy once he was done reading it was a very touching moment for me. A piece of my heart poured out to express the time of his sickly days and how the element of FAITH played a role. Him over coming his sickness showed me that FAITH works you just need to believe in a GREATER POWER. It’s not by might but by the SPIRIT of the Lord.
There was never a duel moment at home when we felt the man of the house was not present even when my father was sick we felt his presence he was a man amongst men who made sure that his family lacked nothing and had it all from education, faith and material stuff and made sure his wife was happy I never seen my father raise his voice or lift his hand at my mother the amount of respect and love he had still gives me hope in love.
Eish but the men of this generation have been emasculated lost they sense of manhood or the idea of how to behave and be providers, protectors and a man of faith that loves and cares but still stands his ground for what is right at home but ke that’s a topic for another day.
So here it is I wrote this in 2012, ENJOY
An Invisible Frailty
A silent disease an invisible frailty to my otherwise strong bodied father. I knew all about his “glucometer” and `’infusion set”, and they’re items I’ve never given second thought to. To you it might just be something your “healthy” fathers body has to do on it’s own. Countless times this imprecise process resulted in a medical emergency for my father, by dangerously low blood sugar levels from too much insulin. I noticed his behaviour changing as his blood sugar dropped. Night times were my enemy. Many nights we would find him awake an unresponsive or even unconscious. We’ve had more than our share of Net-care 911 calls that’s for sure. Such events left my father with the unsettling reminder of this deadly disease he lives with, and left me with an ever-increasing feeling of responsibility for watching out for him.
The pain you’ve made my father go through, the sorrow, tears and the many times our heads were bended down. Third strike you kept him quiet he could not even shout my name or say I love you, stopped him from doing his work but made him sit on a wheel chair for hours, days and months. You took his ability to write you took his ability to create. You managed to take him in and out of hospitals operation after operation. The pain you’ve made my family go throw can never be explained. A ray of light of the golden red sun breaks the cold and bitter night I repeat the unspoken words that were not meant to be drowning myself in infinite sadness.
I’m sitting all alone in my room and once again I’m thinking of my life, my past is passing me by.
There were a lot of days that I could only cry, I had to be strong. I’m reminded by the time when I was in your room and my little sister cried you said to her I quote, “I’ll be OKEY I’ll fight this I’m not alone but with God by my side. Those words got me had to be strong for her could not cry in front of you had to turn away so you can see that I’m a strong girl. Then I went to my room cried so hard covered my mouth with a pillow so you won’t hear me. Deep in your soul there’s no dying light, but a strong being prepared to fight.
When I’m in pain, I don’t want to cry, and when, so I’ve got to blink my eye. It’s okay to loose, it’s okay to let it out, no reasons left to deny. How dispirit the situation is, there will come a time that you’ll get by once the first drop slides against your nose just remember, its all right. I feel them growing in my eyes now, but I know there’ll come dry nights. My memories are black, as a cold and lonesome night and my soul is lost in a never-ending fight. There’s a chill in my bones, it’s keeping me close. Playing out memories throughout my life like a movie, I see them so clear despite the dust added over the years I have felt sunshine, I have felt rain conquered storms, yet the scars remain.
I can now say I’m grateful for what happened because it made me who I am today. You always manage to get the good out of me that is also why God choose you to be my father on earth. I bet he is looking down smiling and his heart engraved that, “You have done a great job raising your son’s and daughter’s with your wife always by your side.” I’m thankful for a prayerful mother who knows that during the hard times that is the time you must draw yourself closer to the one who began the beginning before it began and who created the creation before the creation was created, the beginning and the end.
WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER. Mr. Stroke I’m proud to say you have been defeated.
Have to live up to the name you gave me Rejoice. I shall REJOICE all the days of my life and cherish every moment.
“Say my name so often please don’t say it with a tear, but say it with such pride and joy, for Mum, I’m near.
I know the love you gave to me more than words can explain, so I’m going to ask for one more thing that you’re to do for me each day. Take all the love and joy and care, So much you gave to me. Please turn it right round in your hearts so that it can be, a special gift of life and love that especially comes from me”
Someone who has worked so hard to make our lives happy, someone who has given us dreams, courage and love, someone whom we’re proud to call our Dad. We will always hold our love for you in that special place. Our heart!
Let us be deeply rooted in Christ.
THAT’S IT HUMANS hope you learnt something valuable about a daughters. A mothers comfort that completes a humans never ending love.
I’m made up of muscle, my kidneys, lungs, brain and heart the list goes on. The largest organ being my skin, which doesn’t necessarily define who I am but how the world perceives and adds judgment because of my larges organ “skin”.