Justin JWadGalleryArtist/Painter Male Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, US
My Website: @jwadgalleryMy MM URL: http://www.modelmayhem.com/JWadGallery
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About Me“No mother, no father, and pretty much no real family to count on when times are bad. All I had back then was a pencil and a pad.” –Justin “JWadGallery” Wadlington
Now that I’m 28 years of age, my outlook on life as well as my artwork has totally shifted. Back then, when I was just getting started in the art world, I barely had any direction. Usually, my artwork consisted of drawing cartoon characters and things of that nature. Quickly did this method change when I drew my first non-cartoon character and received boat loads of positive reviews from my friends and family. That’s when it hit me like a boxer with his guard down! The idea came swift and without hesitation. Drawing cartoons was fun, but it was not my work and if I continued to do this, I would forever live in the original creator’s shadow. Luckily for me, I picked this up at an early age. That’s when I taught myself how to draw real people. The tricks that I picked up while relentlessly drawing cartoon characters such as The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and X-men, as well as a few others, helped the transition go smoothly. Not to mention that creative DNA imprinted in my mind and genes by two great artists, my lovely late mother Linda and the all-seeing creator; otherwise known as GOD. Formal training for me came as frequent as snow in California and because of this; I had to rely on my eye to pick up techniques and styles that would eventually form my own. Ironically “my eye”, the right one to be exact, is literally what I have to rely on due to a severe accident that had taken place when I was only five years old. And when i was about 16 years of age, my retina became detached and i was required to get more surgery to fix this. I, a coat hanger, and just plain old bad timing are the reasons why my left eye is no longer useful when trying to draw detailed portraits. Did I let that stop me? If I were a lying man, I would quickly say yes, but my grandmother raised me better than that. All that accident did was ignite my passion to be that much greater. To be what most people would deem impossible. And that is an all-time great “one eyed” artist. As most of you will laugh along with me with my previous sentence, you must understand that when faced with a disadvantage or disability, sometimes it’s best to laugh and embrace the pain. That is one method I live by each and every day. Call it a sort of spiritual reconciliation, so to speak. If I don’t laugh and embrace the pain, it would swallow me up and spit me out into the world that never stops moving, even if I do. With that said, over the years, my pain has taken my imagination to heights previously thought impossible. And now, twenty odd years from the time of my accident, with no college education and no formal training, not only do I draw, but I write and “think” as well. I question everything and deny that I know anything. To me, an artist is at his best when he can hone in on true emotion and passion. That is why I always maneuver myself to the center of any debate or conversation that involves thinking. Sometimes I am the artist without the pencil and will create real life scenarios that will challenge the minds of anyone on any subject I choose. To me, this method helps exercise the mind and tends to be the main ingredient in my creative juices.
AND HERE IS A POEM I WROTE
Imagine if you were born, only to be raised by your grandmother,
Imagine that she took you in, so that you wouldnt suffer.
Imagine if your mother suffered the pain of losing her two kids,
Imagine if your mother had schizophrenia and would never take her meds.
Imagine if your father joined the army and became a solider,
But what if he couldnt bare the weight of the world on his shoulder.
Imagine your father killing himself when you were only two,
Can you imagine this kind of pain?
What would you do?
How about this!...........
Imagine if you were five and lost most of the vision in your left eye,
Can you Imagine the pain,
Can you Imagine the anger,
Can you Imagine half your sight being lost because of a hanger!
Have you yet to fathom this pain?
Countless days of tears so big, you'd mistake it for rain.
Imagine your heart getting harder,
Imagine your grandmother being your mom and your uncle your father.
Imagine being young and losing your home,
Imagine living everyday like a rolling stone.
Imagine trying to escape for a day. maybe two, maybe three,
Imagine never getting what you wanted under the christmas tree.
Imagine trying to fit in like the normal kids,
Imagine that your new parents are child services.
Imagine being a teen and separated from your only sister,
Imagine moving far away and not knowing the next time you'll see her.
Imagine growing up around guns, drugs and sex..peer pressure and such,
All i want to know is could you handle that rush?
Imagine living with ya uncle, ya man, ya homie,
Imagine that man stealing most of ya money.
What if i said it was the value of one hundred thousand sneakers
What if I told you that my uncle is a preacher!!!
Then could you begin to feel my pain?
Or shall i continue and let you get soaked in the rain.
Imagine being an intelligent and a creative mind,
Imagine being an artist
Imagine living my life, yet trying to get into college.
Imagine losing hope in your talents,
Imagine if you felt that you had no balance.
Imagine finding a love that you thought was too good to be true,
Imagine your first love cheating on you.
Imagine coming home from the gig,
Imagine your grandmother telling you that your mom was just found dead.
I sit in this four cornered room and i wonder
Wonder where i would be if i let all this take me under.
Instead i harnessed the pain ,
and used it for gain....
Great friends that ive long called FAM, "Traveling" the world and visiting foreign land. Many books, many teachings, getting all that in can. The road to success is my master plan. I shall fear no thing but GOD and especially no man. Because the tattoo on my neck says " I AM WHAT I AM"!......................IMAGINE
by JUSTIN JWADGALLERY WADLINGTON