Setting up shop. Home is where the Palette Table is.
Speaking of homes, someone had a nice home this winter. Up close it's looks like an igloo made out of insulation. I feel bad now. If only they hadn't tried to trade up.
I heard a thump.
...and lifted my apron. He is so stealth. I can take a hint.
And so it goes.
★ IN PROGRESS ★
Note: I still don't know why I am painting so tight. I thought the bigger canvases would mean bigger brushes without needing to worry about the edges so much. I'm kind of irked by this compulsion of mine.
Nonetheless, it was a good day.