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So after studying some western artists… I tried my best to come up with something photo-realistic. Now please don’t judge my 1st attempt wrongly! I am learning… Ken Nwadiogbu
After days of studying the water concept, Kenart comes with a realistic art of a guy baptised with water. These are 6 stages of how he was able to achieve that. The Kenart’s water art
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Kenechukwu Nwadiogbu
The only one of my kind
The undisputed champion
I’m the one you need find
If you’re not gazing for presumption
I’m the megaphone of my world
The gateway to success
The daredevil of love
The pioneer of my Highness
The panoramic view of paradise
Exalted the beauty of black
A paradigm of high class
Dominate like a spark
I am the synecdoche of mighty
The metaphor of wonder
The personification of Christianity
And simile of thunder
I am BEAUTIFUL
I am Kenechukwu Nwadiogbu
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I Love You
I cannot begin to expound this breathtaking damsel
Grossly beyond definition, synonymous to a priceless parcel
An embodiment of perfection, fashioned with the master pencil
Dominator of her peers, born to exceed the greatest counsel
A baron to beauty, the synopsis of impressing
Her face, so precious a crystal, immoderately dazzling
Her eye’s like a sunrise at twilight, stunning and mystifying
Her voice, sonorous and mystique, fabulous and arresting
She’s a masterpiece, kick-starting the hearts of many at toll
Features actions that dance to the hidden language of the soul
Her words are like rain drops, piercing into the fabrics of minds, modifying roles
And her love, the humiliating wonder that I shall continue to extol
Instantaneously, she could be an inane trouble maker
A complete and elaborate example of a truculent overtaker
Unleashing the influx of a pestering disorder
Still, her heart vociferously overrules the purest of waters
She’s my invaluable jewel, my love for her is abundant
My inevitable achievement, every other girl made redundant
My incandescent comforter, I’m truly highly exuberant
My incontrovertible blessing, yesterday, today, and constant
Artwork by Ken Nwadiogbu (Founder/CEO Kenart Creation)
A Portrait artwork of…
Mrs Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala @NOIweala (Minister Of Finance For The Federal Republic Of Nigeria)
An artwork from Kenart Creation; View the complete art step-by-step here: http://www.kenartng.blogspot.com
Kenart by Ken Nwadiogbu
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Kenechukwu Nwadiogbu
Kenart by Ken Nwadiogbu
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Kenechukwu Nwadiogbu
I am a concentrated example of an unprecedented happening
A pertilent pioneer of this perturbed imaging
The world I dwell’s like a labyrinth without prevaricating
What a lackluster event, the one I’m unsure of its actuality
The wake up call from my mother wasn’t an imagination, I thought
It just solved this puzzling *****foot so easily than I fought
It was my unswerving hope, the only possibility I wasn’t lost
The eulogy I was evocating to seek at all cost
Unfortunately, there was one heinous problem, I’m still in this world of regret
Immediately like the environment had knowledge of what happened, obtained ethereal etiquette
The sea still, noise extinct, trees quiet, and air cleansed like they all mocked my every attempt
I could only wait and believe something good would evolve out of this context
Nothing occurred!! Totally bereft, I unintentionally fell down flat
This mediocre action miraculously gave me that
That which I’ve unwavering dreamed of arriving at
I was back to my world like my life had just hit the restart
Opening my eyes, gratified to be out, met one mysterious confusion
I was restrained in a lab with medics and seemingly pedantic relations
Suddenly, I was thrown off league when they pronounce this…. Not a dream but an illusion
“It was a test”, my mum said, “You passed it”. She called it the “ILLUSIONAL TRANSITION”
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Quiet and listen!!! I ordered myself
Focus and watch!!! My brain coded to my cells
Ponder and wonder!!! Was the obdurate melody of my sense
But no one could evolve a meaning out of these paranormal scenes
I could hear the ambling onomatopoeia performed by the air
I could feel the impetuous rustle it made to dispel
I could smell the pervasive aroma that got me compelled
But my sight was blinded by an unassailable light dispersed
“Am I lost?” was the one question prickling my every concentration
I ran deep into the shadows of a transcendental meditation
The past began to swim in, assisting my mental construction
Finally I remembered… I was a victim of an accidental demolition
Instantly, the air raged and trembled like an avalanche
The light evolved a path like it led me to a destination of no existence
My remembrance was a password that dispelled the intruding play of these disturbance
Then I saw something! Something beyond my resistance
A step I saw; coated with the most precious of gemstones begging for my flight
A door I saw; its beauty greatly undefined, seductively capturing my every sight
This scenery brought me to one conclusion, the one I tried to fight
It was heaven’s doorway… What a tragic delight
I gallantly moved towards the door with soldier’s steps
Worried on the actuality I was a member of the doleful death
Hoping on the certification that behind the door held no regret
On my strife for the handle, woke up with my seemingly worried parents on a hospital bed
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SILENCE!! The sea screams with rampage
The air combating with feaces and garbage
The sound of beasts rattling like victory over carnage
What a world, so sooty the atmosphere with great rage
Where am I? I could hear the voices of silence
The shores so deserted, dressing like imaging of great tense
The argument between the trees was the only scenery with real sense
I was in a world ready to devour me with her pretense
My mind ran so fast to overcome this anonymous mistake
My body automatically became a member of field marshals, planning an escape
My archaic shoes began to imitate the awesome speed of the cheetah’s display
But the world was so smart to counter my reactions and leave me dismay
Suddenly, my emotions were welcomed with a strange but familiar noise
The sound jumped into my bereft brain and identified these words
W-A-K-E U-P!!! It was the exalting salutation of my mother’s voice
Was this a dream? My mind unrest with the possible certainty of this invoice
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