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Didn’t exactly finish this before I left for Seattle, but I appear to be in the final stretch for finishing. As per usual, I’m not too sure what to do with the poster on the wall near the accordionist. I was thinking maybe doing a bit of collage, but then again that might pull it out too much of the rest of the image. I’m thinking something along the lines of a darker red. I got a flier the other night after the Tiger Lilies show that seems appealing to use a colorful piece of, but its actually someone’s art and it just feels to be a grey area that I don’t want to be in.

Also debating on adding more detail to the buildings in the background or not. The coloring seems to work, but the lack of detail seems to contrast my style for the rest of the painting.

Now hopefully when I do finish this picture I will be able to have some art up in my parent’s house that doesn’t get moved to the back room closet.
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