I keep forgetting how much physical work a large piece involves. Today I have been adding the lightest values and a break is called for. Being thoroughly right-handed, I have the use of only one arm, while Jon is ambidextrous like most lefties. Now my right arm throbs from fingertip to shoulder, but mostly in the middle.
It's small comfort to be able to pinpoint the day I injured my favourite elbow. Last August we were paddling a calm river; as usual I was in the bow. Easy peasy. The next day it was painful to bend my right arm. Almost a year later it still hurts! While I admit to a history of self-inflicted injuries, I used to be able to count on a quick bounce-back. For example, some time ago I found myself at the physiotherapist's office after a sore shoulder failed to heal in a week or two. Jon had sweet-talked me into paddling the river, which remained open that February, and of course I had hurt myself. The amiable physio asked me the standard question: how I had injured myself? I explained. Horrified, he asked why on earth I would have agreed to do that. The truth will out: I explained that Jon had assured me that vigorous paddling would give me big breasts. The physio took a few moments to digest that and then said, "Well, maybe one."
The point here is that he fixed the shoulder. I might have been lopsided but at least I had no pain. Now I am down two for two. Just shoot me.
I'm posting the grisaille with the full range of values. Tomorrow, COLOUR!
It's small comfort to be able to pinpoint the day I injured my favourite elbow. Last August we were paddling a calm river; as usual I was in the bow. Easy peasy. The next day it was painful to bend my right arm. Almost a year later it still hurts! While I admit to a history of self-inflicted injuries, I used to be able to count on a quick bounce-back. For example, some time ago I found myself at the physiotherapist's office after a sore shoulder failed to heal in a week or two. Jon had sweet-talked me into paddling the river, which remained open that February, and of course I had hurt myself. The amiable physio asked me the standard question: how I had injured myself? I explained. Horrified, he asked why on earth I would have agreed to do that. The truth will out: I explained that Jon had assured me that vigorous paddling would give me big breasts. The physio took a few moments to digest that and then said, "Well, maybe one."
The point here is that he fixed the shoulder. I might have been lopsided but at least I had no pain. Now I am down two for two. Just shoot me.
I'm posting the grisaille with the full range of values. Tomorrow, COLOUR!
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