Friday, October 15, 2010

My father.

I wanted this portrait to be at the same sketchbook.   I hated him, I loved him, at 17 I ran away from him. He forgave me. He was my best friend. After his death I learned things about him I never knew.
I started with Blackwing, but it was too soft too fast. So I used my harsh antique pencil and Blackwing on the top again.

4 comments:

Clyde Semler said...

Nice portrait. You know how to get information from a photo without simply reproducing it. Good job.

Nikira said...

Thank you, Clyde Semler, I think we still connected.

Serena said...

Very touching tribute to your father.

Nikira said...

Thank you, Serena. They leave, but our love stays with us, I even passed it to my daughter, who never saw him. :-)