In 2000 I had a concept of promoting healthy living & professionalism through entertainment, positivity and certainly education. I would later devise the name Flow-N-Inque. As everything I do and will do will have Ink as the foundation, whether it is my writing or my artwork.

In 2009 I formed my own company, InqueWerkz D Zynez, where I was able to fulfill a dream of doing what I love to do - creating thought-provoking art. After nearly 20 years of hesitation, procrastination, and continuous reconsideration, I am finally able to pursue my dream.

My dream was to create art under my own power, my own inspiration, within my own business. With the help of friends and family, I began taking digital pictures of my accumulative artwork, reformatting those works stored electronically, gathering art resources, slowly creating new pieces, and completing personal research in order to take on this daunting task of publicly showcasing and selling my work.

I also had to thoroughly think about what my artwork will portray and what my company or logo would mean to the buyer or prospective consumer. I definitely want to produce high quality art, but I want to sell more than just another “picture on the wall.” I want my artwork to be theme-riddled and thought-provoking. I want my business to be a personal experience, meaning I want to be publicly accessible through art exhibitions, and historically African American venues. I also want to be continuously visible within African American communities.

I believe that art is an expression of the soul, should be available to all, and be mentally and visually stimulating.

InqueWerkz D zynez was formed with all these aspirations in mind. It has been 20 years too long, and I thank all those who contributed to this project for their support and patience.

This is the blog where you can find Af-Am pop culture & entertainment, with a voice that’s edgy, viciously hilarious, politically aware–and completely unique..From Southern style fried chicken and mustard greens to you laughing so hard, you're busting at the seams..if it is happening..I'm speaking on it..

Tim Wright A.K.A. Dubbyoo, the multidimensional artist, poet & Social Blogger has been putting pen to paper since adolescence and his weapons consist only of the power of thought, his drive, honesty, confidence, andmultidimensional viewpoint.

Dubbyoo has yet another love, his passion for reality, so he can compose a very diverse array of prose from black history & heritage to love and sex, religion, politics and parenting. From fatback and mustard greens to conflicts in Iraq and helping others recognize their dreams- there is no limit to his subject matter. This is a self motivated man and very focused on his goals, and has managed to do all these things being a devoted husband, parent and Christian. This is a brother to be respected and recognized for that which he has done and that for which he will do. If you know him…You know he is real, and if you do not….well, what are you waiting on


My artwork takes a critical view of social, political and cultural issues. Often referencing American history, my work explores the varying relationships between popular culture and fine art. Having engaged subjects as diverse as the civil rights movement,rock music and Hip Hop,my work reproduces familiar visual and aural signs, arranging them into new conceptually layered installations. While my materials consist only of various pencils,charcoals and inks, in each project my methodology is consistent. Although there may not always be material similarities between the different projects they are linked by recurring formal concerns and through the subject matter. The subject matter of each body of work determines the materials and the forms of the work. Each project often consists of multiple works, often in a range of different media, grouped around specific themes and meanings. During research and production new areas of interest arise and lead to the next body of work.

Time and time again, I was told by my grandmother that God doesn't make any mistakes.  I loved my grandma, but what she was saying dd not make sense so I then began to question God.  When grandma saw this, she immediately told me to be quiet because a man wasn't suppose to question God.  In respect, I did exactly what she said and kept my mouth shut(that or get slapped).  I couldn't help but think, however, about the disabled kids I was seeing, that were in wheelchairs, back braces, on crutches, wore helmets on their heads, and couldn't stop themselves from drooling out of their mouth.  Surely, God messed up when He made them, I thought to myself.  How come they couldn't have the health and strength that I had?  Why did they have to be subjected to the name callings and ridicule of others? 

I then thought about those people they showed on television, you remember...those that the celebrities would try and get you to sponsor- that had insects swarming all around them; who didn't have access to clean water, medical care, and was dying from starvation.  Did God care about them?  Maybe He made another mistake hmnnn????

How about the innocent bystanders that died from the result of something they couldn't control such as bombings, war, robbery, stabbing, or a stray bullet?  How could a loving God allow these horrible things to occur and happen to people on a regular basis?  Certainly, God had to make a mistake somewhere, I was thinking- what's up?


Since I wasn't suppose to question God about these things, I posed the question to parents, teachers, leaders, and mentors.  But all they could say was that I needed to be thankful for the life that I lived.  When they told me this, I became more confused. Was I suppose to rejoice because I wasn't handicapped?  Was I suppose to be thankful because I had food on the table?  Was I suppose to be happy because my residence didn't get bomb; and I didn't get robbed, stabbed, or shot by a stray bullet?  Was I??? How unfair would that be to all the others who experienced these things?


The day that I truly sought God, and grew to know Him by His nature and Diety, I found out that a man shouldn't question God.  I'm suppose to "REJOICE".  I'm suppose to "BE THANKFUL".  I'm suppose to "BE HAPPY".  I'm suppose to be appreciative of the life that God has given me!  One thing that I've learned, is that we can't explain why things happen the way that they happen, due to our "FUTILE" minds.  Who can explain how the "SUN" shines everyday of our lives, without it ever malfunctioning?  Who can explain the complexity of all creation; in which an owl can turn its head 360 degrees, where a bat can hang and sleep upside down, and a human possessing the intelligence to travel to the moon? 

When we lean on our own understanding, we never see the bigger picture; which is God's purpose.  All things work for the good of those who love God, and is called according to His purpose.  Just like the blind man in the scriptures who committed no sin to cause his blindness; but was healed that God may be glorified, so is everything else that we may not understand. The Cross I now know why man shouldn't question God.  The reason why is because God's ways are much higher than our ways, and his thoughts are much higher than our thoughts.  We just have to pray for those in need, and trust God. Feel me?