Category: Visual Art

I was reading a ton of books at the time, doing time. I believe I just finished reading Cheikh Anta Diop’s, The African Origin of Civilization: Myth or Reality when I was driven to draw this. It’s loaded for sure. I was charged up with […]

I did this colored-pencil on paper drawing in 1996 while in prison. It is my most memorable piece for sure during my stay. I had just read several American history books and was dissecting the Reagan era and this is what I came up with. […]

It was 1996 and I was in prison working diligently with my assortment of colored-pencils I purchased online through Dick-Blick. Some of my work was a critique of my life and the immediate world around me. America is a violent country, but I found the […]

Mug: an entity that embodies the fluid importance of the idea one desires to express. Example: “I was mad a mug when I found out he stole my bike”. I was frustrated like a mug when I did these sketches. I was trying to find […]

I filled my time while behind bars drawing all that I could, so here I reinterpreted one of my favorite photographs from 1972. The Pittsburgh Zoo was just up the street from us at the time, so going there was regular trip. I was practicing […]

This is some dummy copy. You’re not really supposed to read this dummy copy, it is just a place holder for people who need some type to visualize what the actual copy might look like if it were real content. If you want to read, I might suggest a good book, perhaps Hemingway or Melville. That’s why they call it, the dummy copy. This, of course, is not the real copy for this entry.

I was in a most southern part of Virginia, eight hours from home, in a sleepy prison camp that bordered North Carolina. Exercising my pencil to pass the time. Doing reflective pieces that often swung the lens around on either myself or the culture around […]

Found this sheet of random emotive sketches of Excel I did in 2004. More of the same wasting of time but doing something meaningful. I swear I won’t put all my random sketches on this blog/site thing. There’d be thousands of entries no one would […]

I can’t remember what book I read or what conversation spawned this triptych, but it happened. I wasn’t around during the Civil Rights Era but its reverberations were felt when i was a child (fist with the red background). I interpret it as serious, where […]

I began to really enjoy working in colored pencil by this time. It was 1996 and I believe I had gotten word I’d be free very soon. My artwork got a little brighter and I began to dream of a future in a world with […]