JARTICUL

CHECK OUT NEW DESIGNS AND THEIR MEANINGS AND FALL IN LOVE...

2017-07-03T14:37:00.001+01:00

Hi... I am Jarticul

I worked on some few designs last week and I really liked them, so I decided to share them.

I used Photoshop cs6 to do the designs.

You can see that it's the same model;

The model's name is Afes Michael Longe. You can check him on facebook with the same name or with @afesmike on instagram.

LET'S TALK ABOUT THE DESIGNS:

The first is Mike having a cracked face that is fading away...

I like to call the theme, "Nigerians and our Economy"

The design depicts the nature of our economy now...

It has its positive and negative impression

Positive means that there is BIG Hope for us while negative means we should watch out

How does this apply?

It is obvious that Nigeria is a fine and admirable country which is symbolized by the model.

Half of the face is clean and in peace, it is fine which is good but the other half is what is attracting the eyes, it is cracked, disappearing and scary. This imply to our economy; We are somehow fine, clean, in peace, attractive to other countries but there are cracked walls in the economy, our economical values are disappearing and this is scaring Nigerians. Some people find this crack wall very attractive because they contribute to it which vomits a BIG question, WHY? Why would you participate in evil? But there is still HOPE... DO we patch our cracked walls or let everything disappear?

The second is the model fixed in his name
I call the theme, "OWN YOUR NAME"
Owning your name doesn't mean owing your real name but it means OWNING that thing you really want to be because it helps you to be YOU.

The Third is the model with a peeling face.

I like to relate it with Nigeria's Values

Our values are peeling away and if we don't take care, we wont see ourselves anymore but some grey and manipulative culture and values that would cover us and everything around us.

LET'S BE OURSELVES

We are beautiful, creative and lovely Nigerians and we are one of the most loving country that entertains everyone.

For this last design, I theme it, "The world of Art"
This design shows how Art will take over the minds of Humans and everything in this world very soon. It is has started and it will continue that even nature smiles at the face of Art.

Watch out for next designs and don't forget to tell me what the designs mean to you

EPISODE 3: STALE!

2017-06-12T16:21:00.000+01:00

EPISODE 3

It had been a very short 6 years for Grace, everything happened so fast to her but the lovely part is that she could sit on her customized brown executive chair with her hands on her office table, connecting all the dots from her past as she looked at her mother, a picture hung on the wall and she smiled to herself knowing how proud her mother would feel if she was alive to know how fulfilling and successful her daughter was.

Grace fought so hard for 6 years after her mother’s death and after she found out about her father. The first 2 years was the hardest for her but she blended with the situation to survive and never had any self-limitation beliefs that could set her back and keep her distracted from what she wanted to be and who she was as a person. She had become a successful young lady at the age of 25. What qualified her success were the company she had, her house she always dreamt of having, she finally built it, the number of cars she wanted and the colours. Also, the orphanage home she dreamt of building since she was 8, she started building it which made her really happy that finally all her dreams were in front of her.

“grrruuuhh..grrruuuhh.. grrruuhh”, the office landline telephone rang continuously into her ears from her secretary’s office and she wondered where she was.

“Joyce, can u please get that? Am trying to focus on work here”. Grace shouted but no one replied. She quickly directed the call to her own office landline and picked it.

“Hello, This is Grey Ace Office. Who am I speaking with?

“Hi! My name is Stephanie. Please tell your boss that she is a big Fish” A voice came through the speakers direct to Grace’s mind to know that it was her best friend, Stephanie.

“OMG girl! What’s up? Where have you been? I hate you because It’s been ages? How did u get the land… Why don’t you have my mobile number? How…?” Grace said surprised to hear from Stephanie after a year and 4 months.

“Hey! Slow down! I know u’ve missed me” Stephanie laughed as she spoke.

Stephanie got married over two years ago and she moved to New York with her rich husband. It was an arranged marriage for her. She loved her husband but it seemed the man loved her less but they believed since they had money and would have children, they will have a long marriage.

Grace who was her best friend, refused Stephanie’s and Jacob’s marriage because she saw how he treated her when they were in the university. Even though Stephanie schooled in a private university in Lagos which was different from Grace’s, Stephanie would travel to wherever Grace was after her boyfriend, Jacob had beaten her. She advised her to leave the relationship but Stephanie defended him even while she cried that he was the just angry type.

Grace saw no sense in the relationship that she even refused to talk to Stephanie as long as she was still dating him.

Grace could do nothing but to continue arguing and quarrelling about Stephanie’s relationship. What annoyed her the most was the fact that her parents were the foundation of the relationship. They wanted their wealth to be in place that they arranged Stephanie’s and Jacob’s marriage while Stephanie was in SS-3. Stephanie who was a very calm and lovely girl never tried to disobey her parents because she was their favorite daughter which made the rest siblings jealous.

Grace knew that Stephanie never told her parents about the abuse she received from Jacob. She thought she knew him and later in life, he would change for the better.

But Stephanie was wrong. Jacob never changed for the better but he became a sweetheart in the morning and a mad man at night. Stephanie went through all these trouble for 7 years and it became worse when they married.

Jacob married Stephanie immediately she graduated. He did not want her to serve or even get a master’s degree. He always told her that she did not need all those extra certificates when she had gotten the main one.

Sometimes, Jacob abused Stephanie and showed her love at the same time. He got her all she wanted and gave her all she needed but never allowed her to leave the house without a company.

One would say because Stephanie was a beautiful charmer and a lovely girl with an almost “perfect” life but that was not enough reason for Jacob to sometimes lock her up in a dark room for a whole day without eating or drinking water if he got angry with her that day.

He did more harmful things to her and that was one of the reasons he decided to move after their marriage. He did not want any family interference especially when Stepahanie’s siblings started asking questions about the bruises on her face and the blood colour marks on her wrist. She was fair in complexion enough to unhide every feelings and hurt. It showed physically on her body most times and that contributed to the reason why Stephanie always stayed indoors.

Jacob was a ‘professional mad business man’. Since the day he met Stephanie, he claimed that he loved her to the point that he could die with her. With her? One would imagine! “Why not die for her?” His parents were not aware of his mental state because Jacob was not an okay person. They felt that because he always had what he wanted, was a special character he had and since they had the money, they provided all he wanted.

He treated Stephanie like she had no values and no mind of her own. He thought for her, provided for her, did everything for her and he thought he was lord over her.

Nobody knew about the abuse until a day came when Jacob had beaten Steph mercilessly that she almost fainted, she picked up her cell phone and tried to call Grace and when Grace had found out she was crying, she tried to force the reason out of her mouth. But it was too late for Steph. Jacob caught her and made sure after then that she never spoke to anyone on the phone except he called the person for her. Later that day, Jacob forced Steph to lie to Grace about the reason she was cryng. She told Grace that she had menstrual pains which made Grace relieved that nothing bad happened. Since then, Jacob made sure that Steph contacted only her parents and siblings in his presence.

After a year of their marriage, Steph found out she was pregnant. This made Jacob happy and he promised not to lay hands on her again. Stephanie thought she had finally won the heart of her husband.

Months passed and Jacob did not hit Stephanie until she was 7 months pregnant. Stephanie found out that Jacob was cheating on her with some white ladies. Not one or two but four of them. She wanted to talk things over about the affair with him as they had been in good terms since she was pregnant.

On a cool evening, which she made the mistake to start the conversation in the evening, she sat on the bed close to her husband and started the affair conversation. The issue provoked him badly that he introduced back his real character. He, not considering that she was pregnant, started beating her up. The pain was too much for her that she used the little strength she had to run to the kitchen, collected a knife and when Jacob followed her, thinking she would do nothing with it, she drew the knife close to his chest and had her eyes closed. The moment she heard, “Steph! You …” She opened her eyes and saw her hands and the floor with blood. The blood filled her hands as she pulls out the knife from her husband’s chest and slowly went down with him. She watched him die.

Stephanie killed her husband.

Still in shock and in great pain, she called the police with his phone.

The police got there as soon as possible and that was all she noticed. Her eyes were closed.

After days passed, Steph gained consciousness and she got herself treated.

The issue was treated in court and Steph was not accused of murder because there was proof of the camera footage of the night the whole fight started and ended. Jacob had put in cameras in his house to track every movement of Steph and what she did.

Steph was happy that her baby was safe. When she recovered from the physical pains and after some therapy sessions with her doctor in New York, she decided to call home. At that time, she had given birth and it was her decision not to call her parents until after she was fine enough to go home.

Steph was still emotionally affected by the abuse and the death of her husband as she was the killer. Her doctor tried to help her but she blamed herself all the time.

4 months later, after her slow recovery, she decided to call her best friend who she had not spoken to for a year plus. She did not want anyone to worry about her, so she kept everything that happened to her a secret and kept on saying, “I am fine and my husband and baby are doing great”.

Steph finally called her best friend and she felt like she had a life again because it was no life with her husband but a prison.

“I got your number from Google girl! I can’t believe you have a big ART Studio now. You have your dreams in front of you and it’s amazing! I missed you” Steph said smiling. Grace could see her smile from Nigeria.

“You are the biggest FISH! You never called and your husband always said you were at work. For more than a year Thief, for more than. Even when I came to New York, I couldn’t reach you. Your parents said that you and your husband travel around the country a lot and they don’t have your home address. I have been worried”. Grace nicknamed Stephanie ‘thief’ or ‘thiefinie’. “You are so unfair; I thought you never wanted to hear from me now that u will soon be a mother. I have missed that your small head and that fine face. It’s been really long.”

“How did you know I was pregnant?”

“Your brother told me. He said you called them once in 3 months and that you were very busy.”

“My brother said that?” Steph knew that she talked to her parents and siblings once every 3 months as planned by her ex husband but she didn’t know he gave them the excuse that she was really busy.

“Yeah, he did” Grace said slowly.

“Well, lots have happened and am still in NewYork and by the way, I have given birth to a baby girl…”

“Oh my God! I am no longer angry with you because an angel has come to make peace. I know she is the cutest baby ever. How is she? Does she look like you or her dad? Tell me. Tell me. How is Jacob? Is he still…?

“Errrm… Can we talk later Grey? Am in the hospital and I just thought I should call you to let you know that I still love you and the moment I come to Lagos, I’ll love to stay in your house for a while, ok?” Steph said the moment she caught herself almost crying.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I am fine. Like I said, Lots have happened and I’ll tell you when am in Nigeria.”

“Sure… You can come anytime and besides we have lots of catching up to do? So I’ll call you later today and please be good. I missed you so much” Grace felt sadness in her voice but she believed that she was okay.

“I am fine, ok?. Yes, we’ll do the catching up later. Bye I love you.”

“Love u too… Bye”

Grace was excited to hear from best friend. She knew she gave up on talking to her after she had lost communication but when she finally did, she felt like she had one hole filled up. Grace decided to check “Stephanie Chukwudi” online.

“The last time I checked her was a really long time. I am such a bad friend”. She smiled to herself.

“What? Dead? How? This is Crazy!” She shouted as she drew the attention of her secretary, Joyce who just came into her office.

“Ma’am! What is it?” Joyce said hurriedly as she watched Grace open her eyes and mouth so wide like she had committed a crime.

Grace suddenly picked up her phone from the table and dialed a number from her head.

WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 4

What did she read online? Who does she want to call? Why was she shocked?

Comment what you think happened after she read from the internet.

EPISODE 2: BIG LITTLE LIES

2017-05-26T14:36:00.003+01:00

EPISODE 2

Grace was a genius when it comes to photography and dancing, but hiding emotions on her face was beyond her.

First, a tear ran from her tear gland after the call but that wasn’t enough, she burst into real tears and they trickle down her face. Her eyes were tearing badly as she ran out of the Admission and Audit Campus and immediately boarded the nearest cab to the hospital where her mother was.

“Hello... Is this Grace Angelov?” A Nurse called Grace on her mobile phone. This was the conversation she had some minutes ago.

“Yes ma’am”

“Well, I called to let you know that your mother is crying and she refused to stop so please can you...”

Grace hung up, she started crying, ran out of the campus towards the road to board a cab that would take her straight to hospital. She was in the cab filling her thoughts with negative thoughts like what will happen if her mother dies.

Grace did not hear correctly what the nurse had said; all she thought she heard was “Well, I called to let you know that your mother is dying and she...”. At that point, Grace did not want to hear more; instead she let what she thought she heard lead the way.

“But if my mother is dying, will that nurse be so stupid to tell me over the phone?” She asked herself after she stopped the negative thoughts that she was having and thought for a while about what the nurse said and decided to call her again because a part of her was scared and the other was confused. The distance from the AA campus to the hospital was more than half an hour but less than an hour with or without traffic.

“I said your mother has been crying since” Hearing that from the nurse made Grace think she (Grace) was stupid, not because she heard wrongly but because she was going to pay 2000 Naira to the driver for the cab ride. She regretted not taking a bus because she had completely wasted money.

After a while sitted in the cab, it felt really strange when the thought of how her ex boyfriend, Adeyemi broke up with her in SS 3 first term. Though it made her smile but she wondered why she had that thought.

It was a year and 8 months ago, Adeyemi wrote on the chalk board on a Monday morning after the school's assembly, “Ace, It is over, I want biger fishs”. Ace was the secret name Adeyemi used to call Grace. Only the both of them understood and knew that Adeyemi wrote it on the board to her. She could recognise the bad hand writing along with the wrong spellings that looked like the way he made mistakes pronouncing his words.

Grace knew their relationship would not have lasted for longer than the 2 months which was how long they dated. She had had so much pressure from her friends in secondary school before she decided to make Adeyemi her first boy . She liked Adeyemi because he was cute and was a very jovial and popular boy in the class then. So she agreed when he asked her to be his girlfriend but she was not aware of the problem he had with English until they started dating. He grew up in an Asian country which made it really difficult to communicate as a Yoruba boy.

Adeyemi would always complain that they were not normal boyfriend and girlfriend because they’ve not had sex but Grace did not want to get involved with sex because she wanted to get married as a virgin.

After she read it, she was angry not because she was hurt by him but because she wanted to be the first to break up with him and she hated the way he broke up with her. So she walked up to him that morning before any teacher entered the class, gave him a loud slap that caught the whole class' attention and said, “I hope this slap will teach you how to spell”.

Even the strongest boy in her class then knew that they couldn’t try anything to deal with Grace or confront her because they knew how involved she was in Martial Art and that her mother was once in the army before she quit. Her ‘Haters’ called her “Grace the Man” because of how she was never afraid of anybody, not even some of her wicked teachers. But she didn’t look like a man, she was tall, pretty, chocolate-dark in complexion and had curly and short hair.

Grace laughed anytime she remembered how a quick tear unexpectedly ran out of Adeyemi’s right eye after the slap and how he quick cleaned it before everyone saw it. She was happy she slapped him and did not fear that he would retaliate even though he couldn't.

Grace gained scholarship in her secondary school, so she was opportune to attend a ‘rich-man’s’ (private) school and she called almost all the guys “CHICKENS” because according to her they all act like brats. So she wasn’t surprised when Adeyemi almost cried.

Since that day, Grace took no more advice from friends about relationships; instead she promised herself to stay single till her year three in the university and not to date a guy that can’t speak good English. She always told her friends that the next guy she will date must have a dictionary in his head and must know how to spell ‘bigger’ and ‘fishes’. They laughed anytime she said that.

These thoughts flashed into her head and she laughed aloud when she tried to compareAdeyemi’s stupidity and hers that had happen some minutes before.

“ Abeg oo! Wetin dae make you dae laugh as if say you see comedian dae drive. Before na cry you dae cry, now u don dae laugh, na so una dae do am for una village? No go mad ooo” The driver spoke pidgin turning his front view mirror to check Grace’s face.

“e consain you? Na your mouth I use take laugh? Wetin be your own sef ?All this drivers sabi chuk mouth for una passenger matter sha. I never see!” She clapped her hands at him as she spoke. “After u don charge me 2k finish, from just here to here, you wan still monitor me abi?” Grace said ceasing the smile on her face.

“Sorry o, you for trek am na, shae na here to here. After i don help u finish...” The cab driver said sarcastically?

“Help ke, who you help? U don take advantage of the fact say I be need cab go where I won go fast fast, na you con charge me 2k... That one nai you dae call help? Na me don help you sef... Abeg ehn, go where we dae go, I no won talk this hot afternoon.” Grace was already upset because the 2000 naira she was about to spend for the cab fare would have provided fruits for her mum.

She later over looked the issue and decided to spend the remaining minutes on the road chatting on phone with the friends she made the day before at the hospital.

She was really scared of losing the one person that has made her who she was and that person was her mother. She thought about why she was crying as she watched her mother sleep helplessly on the electric bed after the nurses had finally made her to.

“Gra...ce, Is that you?” Mrs Susan’s voice sounded very low as she tried to sit upright before she realised she had fractured her leg. According to the x-ray medical reports, she had a compound fracture and the wound, tissues, and bone needed to be cleaned out in a surgical procedure as soon as possible but they had no money for the surgery which made both mother and daughter worried.

Mrs Susan was very scared knowing that the doctor has to place metal implant inside the broken bone and that she might spend longer than she expected in the hospital which gave her more reasons to worry. She felt that she had given Grace more burden than she already had. She was scared to leave her daughter to face the world all by herself but Grace always told her not to worry but to have faith even though they never had help from family but just few friends.

Mrs Susan felt a sharp pain and screamed a little and then went back to her sleeping position while Grace sat close to her almost crying but all she could was to show a sorry face and say ‘sorry’ repeatedly.

“Yes mum, it is me.” Grace placed her hands on her mother's left palm, “Mummy, everything will be fine, I just know it!”

“I want to tell you something”. Mrs Susan burst into tears. She tried to cry less and talk more but the avalanche of tears spoke more than her words which made Grace know that there could be a reason behind the tears that might equal death. The last time she saw her mother cry like a teacher was flogging her badly was when her (Mrs Susan’s) mother died eleven years ago.

“This must really bother my mum”, She thought.

“Mummy what is it?” Grace asked as the tears had been transmitted to her.

Mrs Susan knew that it was time to tell Grace the truth which she had kept from Grace for 19 years. She thought she might not make it because the pain she felt from the fractured leg was worse than death.

She finally took in every emotions by forcing her tears inside and let only few drops of tears that remained on the eye's coat, fall down to her ears because she still laid on the bed.

“Promise me you will forgive me. I have lied to you for 19 years”

At that point, Grace was totally confused, she tried to connect any possible dot but she had no clue what her mother was talking about.

“Lied? Mum, what are you talking about? 19 years?”

There was silence spreading for few seconds, her ears where standing to hear answers until Mrs Susan finally spoke and while she talked, Grace just stared at nowhere.

“Sammy Angelov is not your father. I never told you who your real father is… Please Grace forgive me” Mrs Susan’s tears rushed out like running water and they left traces of white marks on her dark skin.

Grace did not know if she heard correctly, so she made her mother tell her the second time. She didn’t know when tears ran out of her eyes. The truth was bitter but the tears that fell into her mouth were really salty. Grace would have preferred to hear that her father was alive but not that her father whom she thought for 19 years was her father was suddenly not related to her. She tried to figure out why her mom hid that kind of lie from her but she couldn't. This made her have lots of questions in her head which 'why she had a curly hair' was part of it.

She knew her mother was saying the truth and "she couldn't lie another lie on a sick bed", she thought. She felt it could be that she had kept it from her because she must have had a good reason to keep it for 19 years, reasons that made Grace so interested to want to know more.

She made a quick decision not to be angry with her mum because she understood that with or without her father, her mother was her “parents”. But she needed to know more which made her to ask two questions which were, “Mom, who is my father and why did you hide it from me for 19 years?”

WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 3

Can you help answer the questions in Grace's mind?

Who is her father if not the Bulgarian "Sammy Angelov"? Why does Grace have to bear Angelov Grace? Why did Mr. Susan hide this from Grace for 19 years? Or why does she even have curly?

Comment if you have answers...

EPISODE 1: WHY A BULGARIAN SURNAME?

2017-05-24T16:07:00.001+01:00

EPISODE 1

My name is Grace Ангелов and I am a Nigerian. Relax and don't be confused. You must be wondering why I have a Bulgarian name and I said I am a Nigerian? Well, I have an history with everything and reasons for everything but am not complicated, am just interesting. This is my story but I won’t be telling you myself but someone else will.

"Angelov!" A female admission screening officer asked Grace when she went for her final screening programme into the university at ART DRIVE UNIVERSITY. ADU was located at western part of Nigerian, Lagos State and it was a school for artist and those interested in art.

"Am sorry I have to divert my attention to your surname. What is...? I mean why is your name Angelov and there is Ангелов written in bracket? I would have thought you are not a Nigerian but you look so much like a Nigerian except for your curly short hair and plus u look like an Igbo girl". Mrs Chineye stared and tried to process Grace's looks and her name.

Grace was too shy to respond because she knew how complicated it was explaining things to Mrs Chineye even though she wondered if it was her business and why she was too interested even though she is her friend's (Stephanie's) aunt , but what made her start explaining herself was when she (Mrs Chineye) asked, "Ihe ị na-ekwu okwu Igbo"

"Am sorry ma, I do not understand" Grace replied looking as confused as she was when she found out that her mother gave her a middle name which is "Fejiro". Grace happened to be an Urhobo girl from Ughelli North, Delta State but she stayed more than half of her life in Lagos.

"I mean, do u speak Igbo? Anyways, it is obvious that you don’t speak" Mrs Chineye looked at the slip again and read about her hometown and state of origin? "You are from Delta State, how come?" She opened her eyes so wide and stared at Grace until she (Grace) finally let words out of her mouth.

Grace laughed a little and said, "Ma'am, Yes I am from Delta State and my surname is Angelov because my mother always told me that that was my father's name and he was a Bulgarian..."

"Was?" Mrs Chineye said

"Yes, was" Grace continued. "According to her, He is dead. I never met him though but she said that he ran away from her when she was pregnant with me but a month plus after my birth, he came back to us with the story that he had cancer. He apologised to my mum and my mum forgave him but my mum said he died 2 month after my birth. So that's why I still have his surname"

"But are you not supposed to be from a hometown in Bulgaria and not from Delta State? Oh! Am asking too much, never mind dear." Mrs Chineye was a very inquisitive person. She wanted to know more of everything. People said her inquisitiveness made her fat.

"No! No! We can talk about it. I think I feel comfortable telling you about me right now because I always like to have someone to have my back anywhere I find myself and since you are my best friend’s aunt, there is no problem letting you know." Grace sat upright and rested her hands on Mrs Chineye's desk and continued. She was already getting too comfortable. "So, my mum and my dad knew each other for a short period of time before my mum got pregnant and my mum knew less of my dad, all she knew was his surname and she made sure I answered that to keep the memories of my father. So i guess that information clears the air" She smiled and asked, "Do I have to bring more copies of my passport?"

"No! You've submitted enough already" Mrs Chineye smiled back and stood up, "Let me go to my car to get the stamp. I think I left it there but we have to go out together because it is against the rules of the school to let any student stay in the office while authorities are out".

"Okay ma, I understand" Grace replied.

They both left the office. As Mrs Chineye went to get the stamp, Grace stood outside the door of the office and imagines how lucky she is to have Stephanie as her best friend. She had skipped the date for the screening because she needed to stay with her mother in the hospital after a fatal accident her mom had four days ago but Stephanie helped her to reach Mrs Chineye (Her aunt) who fixed the screening for that day.

Even though Grace had a scholarship into ADU, she knew she deserved the admission. She decided to apply for scholarship because she knew it will be difficult to pay for her tuition fee. So she worked hard enough to apply and pass the exams which she did. She is creative, innovative and artistic. At the age of 19, she used photography and dancing to make a living for herself. She payed for her WAEC, NECO and JAMB enrollment, payed for the application of scholarship all by herself into ADU and she had been working so hard to pay her mother's hospital bills. All these were coming from a determined girl who didn't want the fact that her mom was poor to get to her.

"Knock, Knock" Grace knocked at the office door.

"Come in if you are Angelov Grace" Mrs Chineye said smiling, "Where did you go? Because I didn't go far but I wondered if you thought I went home to get the stamp"

"No ma..." Grace laughed, "I looked for the restroom but I couldn’t find it, so I went to the hall close to the office..."

"You mean you went all the way to the hall and there is a rest room next to this office?" Mrs Chineye laughed so hard and continued, "You are really a fresher". Grace smiled and sat down.

Mrs. Chineye stretched her hand and gave Grace her stamped and signed slip to show that she is officially a student of ADU and she congratulated her.

Grace was so excited and she finally said to herself that she is an official student of ADU which she always dreamed of but the wide smiles on her face suddenly ceased after she received a call.

WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 2

Did she receive a bad news? Or did she receive a strange news?

Comment what you think happened after or during the call

BEHIND THE OBVIOUS: STORY BY JARTICUL

2017-05-24T12:48:00.004+01:00

READ ME...
"BEHIND THE OBVIOUS" is a STORY written by JARTICUL

This STORY is about an interesting and funny lady who had an uneasy life but her creative and impressive lifestyle made others see her as perfect but to her, she isn't...

Check out for Episode 1 in the next post

HOW DO YOU EXPRESS HAPPINESS? SHOTS BY BJ AND JARTICUL

2017-05-19T09:34:00.002+01:00

I express my happiness in the way I feel happy. HOW DO YOU EXPRESS YOURS?

DO YOU EXPRESS WITH YOUR MOUTH WIDE OPEN, YOUR HAIR STANDING, YOUR LEG UP AND HEAD DOWN?

YOU SHOULD TELL US HOW

Photo credit: BJ (1st) and Jarticul (2nd)

THE FIRE DESIGNER

2017-05-15T13:41:00.002+01:00

This design has lot of memories attached like a scar you get from a fire burn on the skin.
It was the very first design I did on photoshop and i love it even though it was quite easy.
Quite an old design though but that's something about designs...
They are fresh, attractive, inspiring, beautiful, etc... no matter ho long they've existed.

"MAKING UP YOUR PHOTOGRAPHS", FAVIKITA (MUA): SHOTS BY JARTICUL

2017-05-12T17:22:00.000+01:00

WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR LOVE IT? I TAG THIS SHOT AS REALLY AND 'CRAZILY' COOL...

This was intentional and not among those mistake shots that comes out well.

Though it wasn't a good quality camera used and even without much help of photoshop I came out with a shot that was made up...

Now let's analyse

It is obvious that the make-up artist is still busy with the model

The model knows what position to take while the MUA gets busy with tying her hair.

This shot has spoken more than the model's face - BEAUTY

The second picture shows the model pretty face and how the makeup came out at all...

Makeup Artist - Favikita Aura

Photo by Jarticul

You can see more of Favikita's work on facebook - 'Favikita Favour Ugboboghene'

THE FAMOUS NIGERIAN MUSICIAN, KOREDE BELLO (GODWIN) AS A CARTOON CHARACTER

2017-05-12T12:51:00.002+01:00

Here is a cartoon design of one of Nigerian's renowned musician, Korede Bello

His handsomeness matches his music. "Do like that" and "Godwin"song is the most liked song of all his songs so far.

His music is a young, refreshing and fine type that has attracted the hearts and ears of most youth in and out of Nigeria.

Korede Bello as a cartoon character brings out the beauty and awesomeness in cartoon designs...

THE EXPRESSION AND THE ENGAGED: SHOTS BY JARTICUL

2017-05-12T11:09:00.001+01:00

THE EXPRESSION

This picture is tagged 'the expression'

This is because the model's feelings and thoughts are revealed in her gestures.

Her hands, lips, eye's view, head's position interprets alot more to different viewers. Its hard to tell if she is marvelled, anxious, given-up, curious, lost all hopes or if she knows it all, confident, independent or equipped.

This shot was taken late last year with a NIKON camera.

I lost the rest of its kind but this was recovered.

Even 'recovery' could be part of the model's EXPRESSION

Model: Shania Eruse Ikuenbor

Photo by Jarticulgraphy

THE ENGAGED

This photograph is tagged 'the engaged'

This is because the model as u see is engaged with thoughts.

His eyes have gone so deep and even d shadows of his eyes have overtaken them.

You would want to guess what his thoughts are and why so much thinking

His thoughts could be because of an emotional, financial, physical or mental issue

Or there could be a fixed thought that is interesting enough to keep his mind and focus fixed that even his hands are witnesses are they join to deepen his thoughts.

Model: Sam Jazzy (Musician)

Photo by Jarticulgraphy

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THE COOL VS THE PRETTY: CARTOON DESIGNS BY JARTICUL

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THE COOL

VERSUS

THE PRETTY

THE COOL VERSUS THE PRETTY

The first was a bit more technical than the second though but I enjoyed every bit of designing the both characters... These designs were done using photoshop.

The first photo is called 'the cool'. In Nigeria, something that is regarded as 'cool' is either dope (very good looking), 'making sense', looking great or awesome from the hair style to the shoes, catchy or an astonishing look... Looking at the picture, you will see the cool attributes from her hair to her tattoo moving along with her and her glasses confirming it all.

The second is called 'the pretty'. It is obvious that her smiles are captivating and her hair shows more of her beauty. It looks like she never wants to stop smiling and her make up are complimenting it all, so you see that she is indeed pretty...

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CARTOONS CAN BE YOUR NEW LOOK: CARTOON DESIGNS BY JARTICUL

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Cartoons can indeed be your new look...

I created this cartoon designs using photoshop.

Normally, I get people's picture and make a cartoon out of them but this time, i decided to make an imaginative cartoon and it came out well...

I designed a girl because 'ladies first'

i chose the colour pink and purple to give a more girly look and gave her the perfect hair every lady will love to have...

Your face can have the next cartoon look...

Visit https://www.facebook.com/ugboboghene.joanna to contact me

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MEET JARTICUL: "AM ALL ABOUT ART"...

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MEET JARTICUL

Hi...

I am Jarticul, a photographer, artist, graphic designer and writer.

I will be blogging all about ART and the things I do.

Because I see art as part of me, am all about art...

Do well to contact me.