I just love to draw and play with colors. Whatever it may be crayons, color pencils, pens, watercolors, sidewalk chalk, pastels, clay, acrylic, etc. - it doesn’t really matter what tool is at the end of my fingertips, they all work. I appreciate all forms of artistic expression. At times, I enjoy writing out my ideas more so than illustrating them. I find words to be as colorful as the most dynamic works of art. Coloring with words is a form of illustration on its own. Letters being put together to paint a picture that we all see differently in our imaginations. That’s some cool shit. I’m fascinated by the different mediums one can use when expressing their emotions. I personally try to find as many ways possible to communicate with others because not everyone speaks the same language, but art speaks to everyone.
Recently, I began sharing a little more of these conversations on social media and other public forums. The more I share, the more people have been joining the discussion and even asking to purchase my work - which is amazing to me. I think all my shit is dope (don’t we all). Well, most of it, if I’m being totally honest I make a lot of whack shit as well. Don’t worry, none of the whack shit is in this mag.
Paper needs a story to tell in order to live out its true purpose. And a creator needs a place to tell their stories to live out their true purpose. A piece of paper that stays blank, and a creator who dies with untold stories are one and the same. Unfulfilled storytellers. As a creator, you have to find the balance of living off of your art and staying true to yourself. So yes, I do sell some work that I create with the intentions of making profit through my company, Martellus Bennett’s Imagination Agency Studios. This consist of interactive apps, children’s books, films, toys, music, among other things. It’s hard to decide which ideas belong out in the world and not trapped in a notebook somewhere in my studio. My hope is that you guys get to meet all of the characters that I create at some point.
With that being said, I’ve felt the need to free more of my creations that have been suffocating inside my sketchbooks, allowing them to breathe and roam freely into the universe on a grand adventure of their own. I am still not at the point of selling the results of my art therapy sessions just yet, but this is a start. What you’re holding is a book full of late night thoughts, daddy/daughter doodle time, poems, sketches, incomplete ideas, and some other crazy stupid shit I think about. Enjoy em because I sure enjoyed creating them.