Today I channelled some emotions into painting. Being called revolting by some ludicrous person indulging herself in manufactured outrage over a bit of theatre featuring queer folk needs an outlet.
I painted several studies in my sketchbook, and then questioned whether I have reached a comfort zone, and pulled out a canvas for another sketch.
I don’t like to plan tomorrow, so it will be interesting (to me, your mileage may vary) to see if I do more on this, or not.
Paint it out.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
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Thrummie Bizzum 
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