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Live Painting again

I'm live painting again tonight and I have big plans for this time around. Going to do display some techniques on stage that I don't think anyone has ever seen done. The closest thing I can describe it as is an aesthetic magic trick. I've always equated being an artist to being a magician. You take something ordinary (like a canvas) and turn into something extraordinary that wasn't there before. So, I've finished the pledge, the turn comes soon, right before the show, and the prestige is on stage and should be quite amazing. It is either going to be totally meant or a total disaster. *shrug* :)

I'm learning so much and developing so many techniques. I don't think I could ever learn as much as from an art school than I could alone and exploring myself. It is tedious but oh so exciting.


Here's the first live painting I did a couple weeks ago. I did everything you see from the top of head, complete artistic improv.

With Love,
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