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Waiting in the Wings

detail from latest layer

I spent a good chunk of the morning yesterday working on the piece in progress. I have been adding in all the liner work on the branch forms.and it takes a while. I'll be doing more of the same today- all the purpley branches will get lined and then I can start adding in some of the key subject matter and popping in all the little fun details to pull the piece together. Halfway to done? Perhaps.
As quick and easy as it is to take photos from my phone you can't even SEE what is going on in the piece so hopefully the next update will be a proper photo taken with my camera.
Yesterday I went ahead and bought a new canvas to have at the ready. I have the momentum going and don't want anything ...like not having supplies...to stop me from my pace. My goal is to finish this one and the next one all before May 21- drop off day for the show at Rising Gallery.
In other arty news....my interview got postponed til this week sometime. At least my studio is in better shape than it was. It is now a place my cats like to chill in.
I do sit when I'm doing the detail work but if I happen to stand up to do some work up high on the canvas SOMEONE takes my seat immediately. Working with cats around is a job in itself.
More painting today and a proper update with good photos coming...enjoy the rest of the weekend!




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