Dari Doba... thats what we called him, because he was the only person in our family who sported a beard... He had an affinity for cigarettes, whiskey, pocket watches and cowboy hats... Whenever I used to visit his room, I could smell the same smoke from the Navy Cut cigarettes he used to smoke...
last vacation when i went back home, i entered his room... and i could get a whiff of navy cut... the smell refuses to leave his room, just like he refused to leave his cigarettes when he got sick...He was one of the wisest people that i have ever known, but i guess, he wasn't wise enough to leave his cigarettes before things got bad...
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I know what you mean...I had an uncle like that, who said, "you're gonna die from something, make it something you like." Thoughtful post and wonderful drawing as usual.
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lovely portrait. I love how you've done the smoke.
a lovely tribute to his memory..
This turned out real nice. It has a feel of an older generation. He must have be very wise. You can always remember him.
What a cool illustration--caught mid-way between figurative and abstract.
You are very good with the pencils, I really like this one, especially the smoke.
Admirable works here at this fabulous blog! Especially "Penis Monster..." ;-)
pretty, the way you drew the smoke out of his mouth. nice drawing!
wow . anish this is quite something. illustration friday !! (got down on floor and bowed)
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