Tuesday, February 27, 2018

A pug named Miranda.

                                    A pug named Miranda.

The other night in my anxious wake up stage I dreamed of a pug dressed just like this. I'm unsure of the reasoning if there is any and figured I would give my golden open paints a try. 
They stay wet for a long time much like oils yet without the smell and toxicity. They are expressive and really function well with portraiture, landscapes, and my silly cartoons. 
The movement of the lines and colors direct an exact feel, creating my own signature moment of what I imagined. 
From head to the paper in 24 hrs.

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