…or perhaps just a bit more in control. I laid in the shadow, added the light, and froze in a coma-like state of confusion. Eventually I thawed out and made a few strokes. Direction from Robert tweaked the quarterback sized shoulders I had given her, but otherwise he offered no hall pass to throw my paint around in an ‘out of control’ manner. It was a great exercise. Maybe by Friday I will be able to meld control with wild expression and blow my own socks off – or maybe I’ll just wear sandals and pretend.
– As Will did earlier- please, feel free to remind me of the lessons we’ve learned that I seem to have forgotten. Cheers.