YOU FOUND YOURSELF HERE
This illustration spanned over a six month timeline as I work on so many other pieces at once. The moments of memories in news events stay locked into this artwork, the biggest being the death of David Bowie. I included the process images that I saved as I had at first uploaded them to my Instagram. This piece gained me a lot of new followers that still stuck around ever since this piece occurred.
This drawing takes on that Goddess-like "I AM THE CREATOR" of my own little world, as strange as it may be. I idealized myself to have pink colored hair (I'd like to have pink hair in real life eventually) and had myself wear my favorite jewelry. In my hand, I hold my weird little character. The character has no name and maybe never will. The character is a product of the surreal, post-apaclyptic landscapes I've created. She didn't need to happen or be there at all, but there she is anyways. It is a apart of me pulling away from the mainstream and popular images of women. The art world for centuries is over-saturated with women and pretty girls with stuff spilling out if their heads. That's where my critical view becomes so cynical and I question everything. I am a woman artist, but I don't have to draw "women art" just like for centuries women had their subject matter they had to paint such as flowers, mothers, babies, family members, or do craft work like textiles. I am liable to be contradictory anyways, because even I feel the urge and the inspiration to draw a beautiful woman with stuff spewing out of her body and be like "it's my emotions in this piece!" It's simply just not what I'm made for. I have a larger vision and I'll not be a sell-out!
SO perhaps this is my manifesto into the journey of my own art world that is all weird and fantastic and repulsive. I really challenge you, the viewer, a fellow artist, to talk to me on these points and get a real art discussion because I thought that is what Behance is made for! And yet, there is a chance that I will remain unseen and my art and words shall reach no one. That is the tragedy, lest I be too overdramatic.