and i drew, which is not entirely uncommon, but on this occasion i finished what i started.

it's the drawing of a man named Sahib. he would be the mascot of my hookah/hash bar were i ever to embark in such a noble enterprise. He's a soulful black man with bug-eye shades and a playful, timeless love for jazz, funk and dance. kind of like a God, or immortal figure that eludes time, demise and age in the pursuit of new beats and song. i thought of him while listening to Koop's "Soul For Sahib" and other such jazzy tunes.

it's rare that i begin a drawing with the intent to finish it, because most of my pieces of art are sketches done in ink - studies, mostly, of pose and posture. but this was something i'd been thinking of for a long while, and i couldn't help but do my best to complete what had proven to be quite the captivating tangent of thought. the image was too clear in my mind for me to ignore it, and looking back i'm very happy i didn't.

it's nice, because i haven't finished a complete drawing in years, and was beginning to - not lose hope in my talent - but in my advancements of anatomy and posture through otherwise unshowable and very modest sketches, i had no solid reference points to any new heights my skill level had achieved. in other words, it had been so long since i had proven myself that i hardly knew my potential any longer. every time i looked at someone else's art i was filled with a mix of doubt and hope as to where i was at in relation to their skills and subtle concepts of portrayal.

i was lost.

i'm quite satisfied with what i achieved, but sadly, there is no way i can upload my picture of "Sultan" Sahib, as i lack any type of scanner.

pity. you'll just have to take my word for it.