Star Trak taught Marcus Johnson. It’s apparent when browsing through the 27-year-old artist’s portfolio which is filled with awesome renderings of Pharrell Williams, N*E*R*D, The Clipse and Fam Lay. Marcus isn’t solely biased to the Star Trak camp, with a pencil and paper as his weapon he releases an arsenal of images of other notable Hip-Hop figures such as Jay-Z, Big Sean & Drake. Take a closer look at Marcus’ work after the jump.
We knew she was trouble, we knew she was absolutely no good when she slurred and stumbled into our hearts. She spit on fans, got into bar fights, a well-documented romance that made Bobby and Whitney look like Obama and Michelle, she had an undeniable drug and alcohol addiction, yet she still shimmied her way into our hearts. With 1950′s style mini-dresses and a beehive hair-do that seemed to be designed by God himself, Amy Winehouse was a train-wreck, but we still let her sing her way into our consciousness, be the soundtracks to love’s epiphanies and heartbreaks.
This one was supposed to be easy. A new album from a star as bright as Beyonce is supposed to sell itself. Albums like 4, are more akin to moments in time that will define the era perfectly in retrospect, than just 14 mastered tracks on a disc.
I’ve been told that some things are better left unsaid, and my attempt at abiding by this rule has proven successful in most cases. Unfortunately, my obedience has left me with a burdening sense of urgency to expose the rest of these “things.” You know, the ones that must be said because if they were not, all humanity would fall under a severe state of societal oblivion. Amongst many, there is one issue that I consider especially pressing – and for whatever reason, it has until this point remained unsaid. Allow me to present you with the culprit and the visual that triggered my preceding notion.
I’m sitting here about to get my next tattoo at a popular tattoo shop in downtown Atlanta. This next tattoo is the one with the most meaning. It’s maktub. Maktub is Arabic for ‘it was written’. A strong, spiritual sentiment that eludes many to think of faith and destiny, all heavy religious concepts automatically once the denotation is learned. I picked up the phrase from one of my favorite books, The Alchemist. But I’m getting it tattooed on me. So, a religious thought is becoming a fashionable trivial decoration on my body. This trend is not rare in our society. I’m participating in seemingly the bastardization of a sacred world. Making things that are of God be also in vogue, no matter what the eventual results may be. Even when those results are most commonly breaking the sacred and holy.
The Recession Of Imagination and Drive
Money drove me crazy, more than anything else. When I had it, I go crazy. When I didn’t have it, I go crazy. There’s no middle ground on how to make sure the green stuff doesn’t fuck with my head and leave me wanting more and in a cold-sweat when I don’t posses as much as I want.
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