Justin Ellis

48X60

Acrylic Paint, Chalk, Oil Pastel

48X60

Acrylic Paint, Chalk, Oil Pastel

$2000

Mixed Media on Canvas

$1200

Mixed Media on Canvas

48X60

Acrylic Paint, Chalk, Oil Pastel

48X60

Acrylic Paint, Chalk, Oil Pastel

48X60

Acrylic Paint, Chalk, Oil Pastel

I created a children's book cover utilizing a discarded map of UNCC. "8x18"

I worked on Franklin St. North Carolina & Utilized my breaks to daydream and find captivating posters to put on my wall. I would use these images to create stories. "thinking to myself" being new to the area I should discover Chapel Hill.  I flipped the map up-side down and applied gesso to the right side of the illustration. 

I spend a lot of time starring at the sky. In a different life I am a storm chaser. The inspiration behind this piece was just wondering what the sky would look like if it was falling in my eyes. The white clouds would deteriorate the blue would fade from existence and melt upon the land.  

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; 
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, 
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, 
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars; 
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, 
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!

"Who built it? Angels or demons, God or a computer. Its a simple question. But who cares what the answer is, as long as it's beautiful."

In this day in age we are forced to change, call me a conspiracy theorist. If its not our water, dumb ass president trump, the food we eat and feed our children. the television that brain washes them. the educational system you provide for them as well as for ourself you live and gain so much knowledge and die. we long to change. To be different from the rest yet are entitled to explained yourself vs " I'm just being myself" I was sitting and watching Botched this inspired me to create a chain of characters that felt as disposable as paper. Layering paper is the key ingredient to mixed media.

walking through out the city their are so textures.

4°C  " I only would work on this piece when it snowed "

"Who built it? Angels or demons, God or a computer. Its a simple question. But who cares what the answer is, as long as it's beautiful."

In this day in age we are forced to change, call me a conspiracy theorist. If its not our water, dumb ass president trump, the food we eat and feed our children. the television that brain washes them. the educational system you provide for them as well as for ourself you live and gain so much knowledge and die. we long to change. To be different from the rest yet are entitled to explained yourself vs " I'm just being myself" I was sitting and watching Botched this inspired me to create a chain of characters that felt as disposable as paper. Layering paper is the key ingredient to mixed media.

"Who built it? Angels or demons, God or a computer. Its a simple question. But who cares what the answer is, as long as it's beautiful."

In this day in age we are forced to change, call me a conspiracy theorist. If its not our water, dumb ass president trump, the food we eat and feed our children. the television that brain washes them. the educational system you provide for them as well as for ourself you live and gain so much knowledge and die. we long to change. To be different from the rest yet are entitled to explained yourself vs " I'm just being myself" I was sitting and watching Botched this inspired me to create a chain of characters that felt as disposable as paper. Layering paper is the key ingredient to mixed media.

Optical Allusions

Watch the city drip | Watch the city disintegrate.

Autumn is my favorite season out of the year. I was inspired to create that moment in time when its just you and that special someone.

The Beatles The 1960's. I continued the using paper balls as the focal point. On the right hand side of the illustration is a cacoon that has not yet emerged. 

The
 process
 journal
 is a interment way to record how I'm feeling. Day by day I fill it full of honesty,
 thoughts ,
ideas, 
decisions,
 feelings
 and 
reflection. I decided to use The Streets Of New York, Published 1976. 

Illustrated By Justin Ellis | Photography By Nicolai | Commentary By Sandy Lesberg

A small concentration project on butterflies.

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adjective

informal

adjective: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious; adjective: supercalifragilistic