I was hoping to get a longer painting session in today as I am dogsitting, but the angle I’m at sitting at a dining table painting is irritating whatever is niggling in my shoulder, so I decided to call it a day after the basic blocking in was done.
Perhaps all the ball launching for said hound yesterday wasn’t the best idea, but really balls and dogs are more important than painting. That’s how it should be.
Anyway, I broke through the small block in my A3 sketchbook that I unconsciously had built up since that last figure painting. I had some idea the spread must contain something special. This is silly. A sketchbook is for good mixing with not so good, or failures, or disasters.
Thankfully this isn’t a disaster, so far, it just needs more time, and standing at my easel.
I’m still committed to finishing this book with poses focused on hands or feet.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
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Thrummie Bizzum 
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