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PORTRAITS
Sister
July 2020
This is a portrait of my younger sister I drew for my first project in life drawing. I was tasked with capturing the seated human figure within the composition. I took the opportunity to depict my sister in a mysterious pose that encompassed her natural beauty.
In response to the Black Lives Matter Protests of 2020, I was inspired to uplift Black beauty through the human figure and the cloud of curls that crowns my sister's head.
Materials:
Vine Charcoal, Compressed Charcoal, Graphite Pencil.
This is a portrait of my younger sister I drew for my first project in life drawing. I was tasked with capturing the seated human figure within the composition. I took the opportunity to depict my sister in a mysterious pose that encompassed her natural beauty.
In response to the Black Lives Matter Protests of 2020, I was inspired to uplift Black beauty through the human figure and the cloud of curls that crowns my sister's head.
Materials:
Vine Charcoal, Compressed Charcoal, Graphite Pencil.
Self Portrait
March 2020
This self portrait was created for my Drawing II class. At the time, I was studying Baroque portraiture and only the individuals with aristocratic status and socio-economic influence were the ones capable of owning portraits. Often they would be depicted with objects that indicated their status like jewels and expensive garments. Instead of depicting my American, middle-class status, I wanted to capture my identity in Christ. Often my most intimate moments with God are when I am broken down, crying and realizing my dependence on His unconditional love, grace and mercy.
Materials:
Pastel, White Charcoal
This self portrait was created for my Drawing II class. At the time, I was studying Baroque portraiture and only the individuals with aristocratic status and socio-economic influence were the ones capable of owning portraits. Often they would be depicted with objects that indicated their status like jewels and expensive garments. Instead of depicting my American, middle-class status, I wanted to capture my identity in Christ. Often my most intimate moments with God are when I am broken down, crying and realizing my dependence on His unconditional love, grace and mercy.
Materials:
Pastel, White Charcoal
Colored
Oct 2019
This is a portrait of my father created for my Design I class. I was tasked with incorporating 132 swatches of color (5 tints and 5 shades from each of the 12 hues on the color wheel). I was also advised to choose an abstract or non-objective figure in order to make the process easier; however, I wanted to challenge myself by capturing an identity in the light and dark values of the face. My father was born in 1955. As an African American male he unsurprisingly has experience his “fair” share of prejudice and racism. Being told he would never amount to anything or never obtain a higher education. Having bottles thrown at him because he was the only African American on his college baseball team. Being pulled over and questioned why a white woman was with him (my mother). To the majority of America he was only seen as a color: Black. My father, myself and all African Americans are more than what the history that was forced upon us wants the rest of the nation to believe. We are intelligent, philosophical, religious, hilarious, spontaneous, courageous, artistic, strategic, inventive, beautiful and worthy of the upmost respect. We are painted with a multitude of colors.
Materials:
Acrylic Paint
This is a portrait of my father created for my Design I class. I was tasked with incorporating 132 swatches of color (5 tints and 5 shades from each of the 12 hues on the color wheel). I was also advised to choose an abstract or non-objective figure in order to make the process easier; however, I wanted to challenge myself by capturing an identity in the light and dark values of the face. My father was born in 1955. As an African American male he unsurprisingly has experience his “fair” share of prejudice and racism. Being told he would never amount to anything or never obtain a higher education. Having bottles thrown at him because he was the only African American on his college baseball team. Being pulled over and questioned why a white woman was with him (my mother). To the majority of America he was only seen as a color: Black. My father, myself and all African Americans are more than what the history that was forced upon us wants the rest of the nation to believe. We are intelligent, philosophical, religious, hilarious, spontaneous, courageous, artistic, strategic, inventive, beautiful and worthy of the upmost respect. We are painted with a multitude of colors.
Materials:
Acrylic Paint
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