Twelfth Day #inktober 2015: At A Funeral
I hate funerals. Ever since I was a kid, for some unknown reasons, every time I attended a funeral I always got weakened and sometimes a fever followed. And it always gave me a bad mood for more than 24 hours afterward.
However, last Saturday I had no choice but to attend it, because it was the funeral of the mother of an old friend. Gotta pay my last respect to her.
Anyway, I brought my sketchbook as usual, and I had the chance to make rough outlines of some friends who attended the funeral. Today I finished the sketches, and these are some of them:
Well, considering they kept moving when I made the outlines, I think some little inaccuracies are acceptable. 😉
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The expressions in their eyes says everything.