Seth Jennemann | Posts & Ramblings

"Man On The Corner"

This is Chris of Durango, Colorado. Tevas adorn his feet, a Grateful Dead shirt clings to his belly and cut-off jean shorts, faded and frayed, reveal a pair of knees that have weathered the storms of countless blowjobs. But beneath the tie-dye exterior and the subtle aroma of body odor, the man remained a tempest of uptight frustration.

"Todo Tiene Su Fin"

In the desolate outskirts of Hermosillo, where the sun beats down relentlessly, Armando toiled away on the arid fields of a farm. His hands, calloused and weathered, told tales of a life spent laboring under the unforgiving Mexican sun. At 24, he was burdened with responsibilities far beyond his years.

"Adisa"

In the dust-choked embrace of the African savannah, Adisa, a tribesman whose world is tethered to the pulse of ancient traditions, finds his existence unraveling with the arrival of relentless emissaries from the West. The air, thick with the scent of impending change, carries the metallic tang of uncertainty.

"Pyotr"

In this illustration, I have endeavored to capture my interpretation of the visage of Peter the Great, the notable historical figure. Adding a layer of intrigue to this narrative is the rumored romantic entanglement involving Peter's wife, Empress Catherine I of Russia, and a man named Willem Mons. The gossip surrounding their liaison eventually took a dark turn when Peter ordered Willem's beheading.

"Willem"

In this drawing, I have sought to capture my vision of Willem Mons, a historical figure entangled in the Russian imperial court during the reign of Empress Catherine I. Willem is said to have been romantically linked to Catherine I, a connection that ultimately led to a tragic and macabre end.

"Still Falling"

In the chilling shadows of a Hong Kong brothel, Luli's nights dripped with a profound sorrow that stained the very air she breathed. The brothel's flickering lights cast distorted shadows on her chiseled features, each contour telling a story of survival etched in bruised hues. Behind a curtain of feigned smiles, she maneuvered through a maze of anonymous encounters, where desire was a currency exchanged in the dimly lit corridors.

"Dark End Of The Street"

In the shadows of Hong Kong's neon lights, Mei, operates a hair salon that doubles as a brothel. Her hair salon is adorned with aging photographs and worn-out memories. The laughter that echoes through the salon carries echoes of past joys, but beneath the façade of painted smiles and short-lived connections, Mei carries the weight of unspoken sorrows as she presides over this realm of masked desires. The illusion of prosperity masks the loneliness that has engulfed her soul. Her weary eyes reflect the weight of the years she has navigated the shadows of her unconventional existence. She has found little solace in the transient relationships forged within the walls of her brothel, where the flickering neon lights mirror her fleeting happiness in a city that never slows down.