Painting is Hard, still

So while staring a freak flower painting I'm working on— which for some insane reason I've put in an elaborately cut crystal vase, and even more mind-boggling, decided to make it vaguely look like it's a cut crystal vase, which is way more OCD than I am prone to be— I spotted a book on Velázquez  and opened it up. Out comes this copy I made of Snoopy as a kid. He looks like he's trying to sleep one off. The bloated stomach reinforces my suspicion. Woodstock's probably lecturing him.

And of course there was the Velázquez I happened to be thinking of.