bemusing musings of a bewildered brush-wielder

day four

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I’m continuing to work on this painting, and have changed the background quite a bit.  I’ve put in a lot more detail in the violin being careful to not lose the initial impression.  So much of art is a struggle to retain, through to the end, that feeling that sparked the art in the first place.  As Robert Frost said “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness…”

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