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Summer art projects. - in progress

 I finished a piece today that I had started as a 'little' drawing to fill one of my many empty frames. I had received some old sketch paper in California from my grandma and wanted to pair its yellowing with some of my layered drawing. It took a lot longer than I thought it would take, but that was my own doing with adding more and more detail to such a small piece of paper.
I am still in the process of trying to finish a collection of other paintings. They are inspired by my travels around France and the many things that I saw while traveling around. Except the one in the upper left hand corner which is one that I had been working on last summer and was left behind while I left for France. At the moment I think I am done except for naming the gallery. That and finding it a frame to put it in. I really need to work at cutting the paper to fit the many empty frames I have in my collection, so that I can display them easier and save money on going to get things framed.

Tomorrow I leave again for my folks and to finish packing up all my things there. Hopefully I will be able to fit it all. At this point it is just a lot of large, delicate, and odd shaped items left. As well as a lot of porcelain. I had forgotten just how much my collection of pretties and antiques had grown last summer while working at that thrift store. I guess we will be set if we ever make the dining table larger and have a lot of guests over for a dinner party. When one of Jessye's former professors stopped by for a moment she shared the idea of using our apartment to showcase my art for first Friday. I don't know if that will work out all that well since we are a bit off the main drag for that, but it would be nice to perhaps host dinner parties under the pretext of art showings, à la the Salon Saloon parties in Seattle.
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