Damn, I was starting to think that I would never push paint on one of my own pieces again. I've got a show in October so as of now sheer terror is my copilot.
Nothing motivates a body like the thought of having your patrons ask "What, nothing new?"
So here it is one from the night shift;
A detail.
The black walnut from which I made the frame with came from my boss' back yard.
I sure hope he doesn't figure out that I'm the one who cut down his tree.