Don't know if there is anything wrong, but life seems so tedious these days. Little headache that never seems to go away. Bane of my existence. Though I am happy there is not some great big awful disease gnawing away at me, there little irritating symptoms keep pecking away in the background. So I decided to ignore them, took myself over to Target where, FINALLY, I found a jar opener I can live with, and some other intimate items for other pesky age-related problems. And came home to work on this new pastel. I think it is coming up rather well. And that is what happens, the image just emerges, rises up from the paper , defines itself, says "lighter value here, please" and "okay, this part is done, work somewhere else". As usual, I am not happy till the whole image is there, filling up the space. Oh, my. I am liking this one. Lots of color. Lots of values. Lots of sweetness, without the coy thing happening. Off to take a pill for my headache, and keep plugging away at the art. Letting my daemon out to play.
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