I have been mentally compiling a list of the artists I most admire for their handling of skin tones. Will publish it when I have ten minutes. That may be a while: every day I am out in the garden pulling the root shoots from two large black locust trees which failed last year and had to be removed; they are not going gently into that good night. I must have pulled close to a thousand foot-high volunteers by now. The alternative is to live in a dense forest full of thorns in a few years.
I must go now to bathe my wounds and then back to the easel for finishing touches. I am trying to post here twice a week, assuming I can stem the black locust blood-letting. (Reminds me of the time many years ago when I fell into a very tall lilac hedge which I was trimming from a stepladder; that experience taught me never to wear a bikini when combatting nature.)