Finished les têtes coupées yesterday - not entirely satisfactory but *-enough-*. This morning bounded up to see the postcards I'd made for the Royal Academy annual fundraiser, which I usually enjoy; they weren't as nice as they'd seemed last night. But they're OK, they'll do. Stymied by the T of the G which I propose to ignore until I perceive its flaws, whatever it is that ails it.
Two small canvases with canvas mounted on top (canvas too damn fine otherwise) and four larger, ready to go - two fresh notebooks of drawing. And life drawing tomorrow. Hmm, gods in her heaven and all's well with the world
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