There comes a time in every artist's life when they part ways with their favourite tool.. their comrade, comapdré... For me it was last Friday.
I lost my mechanical 2H pencil. He sat so well in my hand, I liked the way he sketched out lines, and crosshatched with finesse. He was my confidént; he knew most of my deepest thoughts and understood my imagination.. here's a homage to my 2H with a few pics of the more recent sketches.
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| My 2H mechanical is the one with the gR.I.P |
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| 1st sketch for StreetfestXBecks |
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| jack the ripper |
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