

Vaguely familiar and dryly frontal, I feel I could do hundreds of these. The exercise has not gotten old and seems to feed my more conceptual work.
This one has thick layers of gouache paint on it. I couldn't decide how to paint it and it just got thicker and sadder. Relief but in layers.

Sloppy little studies on oil primed linen. This limited palette jive is making me so happy. Anybody have any old yearbooks they want to send me?