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THE FINISHED PIECE! "Sometimes You Feel Small part 2" 36" x 48" acrylic/krylon on gallery wrapped canvas ...will be on view at RISING GALLERY on June 1!

I started this thing on April 15th and finished it respectively on May 14th. Thats about a months worth of work on this thing, snagging a few hours a day or whole days sometimes to work on it. This was my first piece I fully documented publicly through it's various stages and also the first piece I used a different approach to. That being for one....the krylon spray in the background and also the very careful layering from back to front...all the elements in my pieces are usually just placed on as my brain sees fit, whether in the foreground or background. 
It's been an interesting process and a few people were watching diligently and offering supportive words- thanks friends! Let's have the whole story now from start to finish:











This thing is 36" x 48" which means it is almost as tall as me! All that is left to do is fix the little minutiae only I can see and sign it. Come see it in person (so much detail, mouse whiskers!) at Rising Gallery on June 1st in conjunction with the Project 7x7 show!



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  1. I wish I could be there to see this in person! This reminds me of The Secret of Nimh, probably because of the mice :) I may have to commission you for something like this :)

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  2. Thanks so much for reading and liking! I'm thinking to do some smaller individual little mice, a few friends like them so much...little pet mice canvases :D

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