Didn't have as much time as I'd thought I would today, but I got in an hour or so this evening. Still trying to figure out this whole grand-scale thing--particularly the proper homogenization of value over the relatively broad areas--though after having a look at some of Annie's truly large stuff this evening (see http://www.anneblazejack.com/) am inclined to feel like a bit of a complainer. Please excuse the corrupt perspective; I was having trouble lighting properly as some of the paint is still wet.
En Garde!
As I stumbled about trying to get a decent shot with minimal glare, I knocked my brush cleaner off the table. It flipped once and landed with flourish more typical of a swashbuckler than a plastic cup, spilling only a couple of drops and ejecting a single #9 flat right at me. It's the little things that make life worth living.
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