The absolute privilege of being able to shut myself off from the world for a couple of hours and just play with paint, make absolutely terrible portraits, and have my biggest existential dilemma be whether I want to be a person who has clean stencils, or a person who has gorgeoulsy grungey stencils is not lost on me.
As I’m writing, I realise I haven’t really made a choice about this, because I’ve forgotten the stencils I was maybe going to clean up, and they’re sitting in the sink preventing anyone else from using the sink.
Ooops.
Anyway, I got myself one of those dauber thingies for doing stencils, because I thought I might get better results, and less paint on my hands. Well, it’s lucky I don’t mind having paint on my hands, because I got a bit carried away with the thing.
Good art is immersion in the process, that’s it.
Here’s a spread I did today, with stencils, paint, texture paste, and modelling paste.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
172/200
Thrummie Bizzum 
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