ficus st. cuddlestein and i were the best of friends for seven grand, adventure-filled years. this is the first and only portrait i ever drew of him, way back in our tacoma days when he was very much alive and svelte and just barely gray. thanks to worldsgreatesthunter for sharing this lovely memory, which now hangs framed on a seattle wall. run in peace, my furry mohawked friend! oil pastel on paper bag.
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