I really shouldn't draw dead people, they aren't here to pay me back with a drawing of their own, of my fucked up head. But in my defense I have to say, I didn't sit down with the intent to draw him. Then there he was.
He was one of the best pastel portrait artists in the country. He was also the first guy I ever meet that was truly into fat ladies.
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Poor Killa Gorilla. Damn water-soluble ink.
Braaaaaainssss....
I remember him. Not his name, but the stories you told about him. How to get out from underneath a dead fat woman, borrowed from the calvary.
That is, I know it's hard to believe, a different fellow.
But same propensity.
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