Wednesday, May 6, 2009

When a rapper dies, a part of us all dies...



After resisting the urge to try out the Pac, I realised that there cannot be a dead rapper's collective without everyone's favourite rude-boy.  So here is the first of possibly several attempts at Shakin' Shakur.  Hence the lack of detail at the facial periphery.  I'm not ready to tackle his brutish masculine form in its entirety.  I first need to do justice to that virile, penetrating gaze...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

R.I.P

jasonsphyl said...

This is the most heartbreaklingly beautiful blog I have ever seen.