You know you're doing well in life when you go to class one day and your professor tells you multiple times, "I'm glad you're still alive Omar"
Anyways found all these pictures of stuff I drew n stuff I did.
Mexico
Me, Pancho, n Ricky show gun from left to right 2014 I'm guessing
Charcoal n gel pen drawing I gifted to a girl who dates my cousin and really wanted it. I gave it to her cus she had the balls to ask for it. The god honest truth is I have way too much work in storage gathering wrinkles getting folded bent and lost tossed around gaining holes I'll call texture. I don't own walls to hang the work on and it's become overwhelming clutter. I'm an artist not a salesman, I lost that mask a while ago and I can't find the switch in the dark. I need to find a bunch of rich people who have walls so they can trade me hash coins, or real coins for these stories and traces of man trapped in the pigment. As gay and arts n all that dumb shit as it sounds, when you buy art you're taking a part of someone's soul, a time period in their lives emotions whatever the fuck. I'm sure someone ca n word it better. The other day I needed a ride and I gave away 3 original pieces of art for a ride home. The one person who pulled thru when nobody else would, I was all like, yo, I ain't got no money but I'll pay you in art. The city buses won't take you to the country. Anyways. I forgot where this all started.
Tits, that's it, just tits, there's nothing more too it, no profound justification or contribution to the socio political conversation. More of a self portrait typa thing, u know, like van goughs starry night.
The homie packing heat
Gay ass selfie
Mexico Mural
Watercolor n acrylic gay self portrait 2 cus the camera changed the game therefore there is no need for one to reflect on the self when we can print the mirror
Psycho logistics
This one meant alot at one point
For exercise and amusement, the craziest thugs always wear pink and purple track suits and target practice daily
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