Finished A through Z in my A Drawing a Day Journal. I'm moving on to other things, but will stay loyal to letter (of course). It just feels like a painting season now. My whole house stank like stale, wonderful paint. I'm out of canvas, out of room, out of everything but crusty brushes. This isn't a complaint, but an excitement... an anticipation. I don't know why I'm bent on ruining my art supplies. Probably because I'm a pig.
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