Visited the Kara Walker exhibit in Brooklyn today. I can’t believe they are tearing down the Domino factory. This amazing exhibit was wonderful except for some fool and his girlfriend taking im pretending to motorboat breasts photo. It’s unbelievable that people still do that.
I was contacted by the marketing dept from Red Brick Brewery to create an original label mascot for thier Brother Leo brew.
Checkout the process images detailing how I go from loose sketch to final.
Enjoy,
Dus
fabulous artwork
Live the life you’d be envious of if you saw someone else living it. This is my personal mantra. Whenever I’m going through a difficult time, like a breakup, and I’m wishing to be the person who could get over it and move on, I tell myself to be that person. Instead of waiting to be inspired by someone else and being jealous that they’re living a life I wish I had, I tell myself not to wait for that moment and to start being the person I want to be. If you wish you were the woman who went for that big promotion, learned a second language, dumped that guy who cheated on you, then just be that person. Think, if I have the energy to wish for it, I have the energy to do it.
Olivia Munn (via lostgal49)
Channel that energy positively
Black dancers at the Cotton Club in Harlem.
Excerpted from Wikipedia: The Cotton Club was a “Whites-only” foundation. The club reproduced the racist imagery of the times, often depicting blacks as savages in exotic jungles or as “darkies” in the plantation South. The club imposed a more subtle color bar on the chorus girls whom the club presented in skimpy outfits: they were expected to be “tall, tan, and terrific,” which meant that they had to be at least 5 feet 6 inches tall, light-skinned, and under twenty-one years of age.[8]The skin color of the male dancers was more varied.“Black performers did not mix with the club’s clientele, and after the show many of them went next door to the basement of the superintendent at 646 Lenox, where they imbibed corn whiskey, peach brandy, and marijuana.”{The Harlem Renaissance, Steve Watson} Ellington was expected to write “jungle music” for an audience of whites. What Ellington contributed to the Cotton Club is priceless and is summed up perfectly in this 1937 New York Times excerpt: “So long may the empirical Duke and his music making roosters reign - and long may the Cotton Club continue to remember that it came down from Harlem”.[9] The prices for customers were high so the performers had very high salaries.{pg 76,The Harlem Reader, Duke Ellington}


