Photorealistic drawings of figures who suffer from social hardships by self-taught realist artist Ashley Oubre. The portraits, often nude and isolated, are her attempts to capture the nuances of loneliness, grief and longing as well as to instill a sense of empathy and wonderment for the viewer.
I try to draw the sentiment. I try to craft a portrait in a way that will reach the aforementioned with a delicacy that says to them and anyone who feels that they’re losing, feels that they’ve lost—“I understand”. There is shame in abnormality and unhappiness, no matter the brand and size you’re assigned. I may not have many afflictions you can easily see, or more than a handful of painful stories to freely share, but I think what’s human about all of this, about myself, about anyone reading this explanation is that at some point, we all feel absolutely awful. It is the human condition that connects us. For some it’s a fleeting wave and for others, it is a storm in which they drown. I’m not aiming to be a champion for the miserable or for the lost, but I am rooting for them. I embrace them, I love them, I want to know them, I understand them. I like realism in every sense of the word, and I hope this rant makes sense to (and maybe, resonates with) whomever reads it.