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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2010Oct 16
tags: father | pencil | portrait























arqetancourt 11:19 am on October 16, 2010 | #
Nikira, este es un increible y bello retrato hecho con el alma, felicidades!!; debe estar enmarcado y en un lugar de honor Maestro!!
Nikira, this one is an incredible and beautiful portrait done with the soul, congratulations!!; must be framed and in a place of Main honor!!
arqetancourt 11:40 am on October 16, 2010 | #
Tu relato y tu trabajo nos emociona porque nos pone frente a una verdadera obra de arte Nikira!!
Your statement and your work thrills us because it puts us opposite to a real work of art Master Nikira!!
Nikira 9:25 pm on October 17, 2010 | #
Thank you very much, arqetancourt, I really appreciate it.
Brian Bantog 11:13 am on October 19, 2010 | #
I love this.
Nikira 9:29 pm on November 6, 2010 | #
Thank you very much, Brian Bantog.