Post #476131 by Robb Hamel on Mon, Aug 10, 2009 2:18 PM

Here we go, more adventure with my first shrunken head piece.

Several people have said they like palette shots, so there.

In the vivid morning light, my faithful hound companion... acts companiony.

This really is the first stroke of the painting. And I actually took the shot of it... "Hands like a surgeon," the ladies say - YEAH BABY, YEAH!

Gotta shrink these big, ugly pics....

I have to admit the truth - this is probably the last day I'd ever want to start a painting, but being a soldier and sucking it up is part of the deal.

Still roughing it in. These rough beginnings jangle my nerves.

The village starts a smidge better.

This is the barely roughed-in image. Velvet, at least the way I do it, is all about adding layer after layer, each time one dries, another is added.

A freak-ass storm blows in. Thunder pounds every few seconds, lightning flashes nearby, over and over.

My dog tries desperately to escape the lightning... Run, Fido, run!

Poor bastard! He didn't make it. He's fried to a crisp. I kick the smoking carcass out of my way and take my gear in out of the weather. I'll find the head later.

At 5:30 my wife comes home from work. I'm gonna tell her about the dog, but her top is about to frag everything nearby when those buttons finally explode... I forget about what's his name.

I won't bother you folks with all the layering work I have to do in the days ahead, but from time to time I'll show the image looking a little brighter, a little more complete.

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[ Edited by: Robb Hamel 2009-08-10 15:30 ]