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Adding the shutters.

I worked most of today on this, but yet in looking at it so little of it looks changed. Perhaps it is just the calm before the storm. I was hoping that the mixture that I had made with my acrylic would be more of a wood grain color and not this blue green hue, but oh well. It is just the initial layer for the shutters. I am not too sure what color I should go with for the shutters at this point as I am thinking that the store front will be green and the canopy will be blue, if I should try to play up contrasts or not. Perhaps I will paint over the paper that I use for the canopy and give it even more layering and depth, perhaps not and the paper will just be perfect how it is.

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