Aha! I still have to do the muzzle and the sofa cushion and the shadiness in between, but Sleepy Seany is coming along.
The process of art — or, of the creative mind — is fascinating, to me. I still don’t understand why I can go days or weeks with absolutely no ability, and then it suddenly kicks in. This same process can (and often does, actually) occur in one evening; where I am just not happy with what is going onto the canvas, and then, after an hour or so and without my realizing it, the switch is turned on and the paint starts being applied correctly. Hmmm.