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.
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4 comments:

  1. Clyde SemlerOctober 17, 2010 at 2:35 PM

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

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  2. NikiraOctober 17, 2010 at 11:29 PM

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

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  3. Serena LewisOctober 19, 2010 at 1:56 AM

    Very touching tribute to your father.

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  4. NikiraOctober 19, 2010 at 7:39 AM

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

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