The last few days, I was working on the larger gouache painting of my brother—the one with all the eyes. Part of me thinks it’s done, but another part focuses on the areas I don’t like. My intention was to make it look a bit like a paint-by-numbers, but that didn’t exactly happen. Hannah says that the parts that scream out won’t feel the same to anyone else but me. Maybe that’s true, but I don’t know.
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