Yesterday, I bought five books on drawing. One of them overwhelmed me. I feel one inch tall.
Anyhow, I went to the museum again today. The actual painting has a mother and three kids. I erased one of the kids after starting on the baby.
It's missing a lot. I think I'm going through some growing pains. I hope it isn't just pain!
I guy told me today that he's been painting for 18 years and making a living at it. He smiled and said, "I can't believe it. I *paint* for a living. Eighteen years." I told him that's a dream of mine. He seemed happy.
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