There is one right now in the corner of the studio where I paint, hiding out amongst the panels and cardboard dividers, waiting for its next chance to buzz my face and bite me. It's so annoying to be focused on a fine line and feel a tiny sting on my arm. Then the question is: drop the palette and brush, or continue the stroke?
Anyway; I worked on the face and the leaves in the background on this one. I still think the eye is wrong; it might be too far forward. But here's this morning's work:
The Promise Of Evening, © 2019, work in progress (click on image for larger view)
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