Today I filled four spreads in my sketchbook, and this is the most coherent snippet from those pages…
The spreads are all working out ideas for a painting, but it’s still in the early stages and I have the sense that if I talk about it, that might dissipate the energy around it.
As I’ve sat down to write this post, the aura of a migraine has started interfering with my vision, so I’m going to have to make it short. At least I got several hours of arting in first!
Til the morn,
Suzanne
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Thrummie Bizzum 
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