Friday, December 4, 2009

So two and a half

years ago I retired so I could paint with a brush... and, after being swept away by digital drawing, I'm finally back at it. Don't want to do anything now except paint with this little brush of mine. But I might start becoming a little dimensional someday soon after I finish off a dozen little canvases that I bought with a retirement gift card.
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