Nueve, Diez, Once

Speaking of precarious architecture...

There are things happening here that are invisible to the jpeg eye. I have a hunch that the light spectrum that the pixel can capture is even less than film. Anyway, the paint is building up nicely on the canvas. This is the first painting that I haven't done on linen in a very long time. On linen the paint layers build up more evenly. I assume because of the eveness of the weave. Canvas, less predictable.

I worked on my little vestibule on the right under the wrong light source. I forgot to turn on the other lights I have on the setup. I realized this as I was cleaning brushes. Sometimes I am picky about that, sometimes not.

Trabajo trabajo...