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The woman of the present antiquity.

 I begin the piece by defining the form and covering up the painting already on the canvas. Something found at Emmaüs. A painting of what looks like was a French town.
I try my best to lay the new layer of paint as thinly as possible so textures won't later interfere with my painting. I know that everything is going to be covered at some point so getting perfect colors isn't really an issue.



To get the form I use a gel pen to make an outline to see how things will be laid down. I try to error on the side of thin to allow for the paint to cover it up.
I continue laying down the form. Getting a feel for where everything is going. How the figure interacts with the setting.
 Turns out that the leg was a little too far out so I fix that and start adding shadow. I had a little bit of orange left over so I play with adding a halo.
 Layering up. I start to add some of the finer details that I won't have to mess with too much later on, ie. hair. Playing with the subject and idea I draw some ostrich feathers in white chalk.
 I talk with Jessye about adding one line from some of her poetry to complement the piece. I have the idea of painting the negative of the letters. I continue playing with the halo. Mixing gold paint with different acrylic mediums. Blue seems like a good color for the ostrich feathers.
 More detail is added. She gets her eyes. I usually wait until the end of the piece to add eyes, but I wanted to see if I had the facial proportions correct. I start her tattoos. I use graphite instead of ink to make them not stand out too much and look slightly faded, like all tattoos do if they aren't brand new. I take inspiration from the work of Guy le Tatooer for the style on her chest and hand.
I felt that the letters had been lost. Something about dark on dark not really working the best. I use some of my new silicone tipped brushes for the white. They don't blend as well and add some texture.

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So, I haven't written much lately.. but from the doldrums of the end of semester I then entered a time period of a flânerie across France. A last hurrah. Jessye came to visit again and the tiny room was packed up all into a few suitcases, the largest being named Bertha, and Rennes was left behind, although not before having a picnic in Thabor for the last Saturday market... We got the essentials. Madeleines (where as I reached the front of the line the vendor greeted me with a question of, '6 madelines?') with a few more of that vendor's delicious delights, like those bite size rolls with jams and caramel and chocolate.. Then of course the impossible cow cheese that acted like goat cheese and was rolled in Provencal  herbs. And of course a baguette from the amazing bakery covered in tiles. A trip to Thabor with Jessye was never complete without a stop at the aviary. And some people watching. A mohawked punk rocker walks a little girl hand in hand through the park.