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Oil Painting

In progress- underpainting.
For years, I've had a collection of my grandmother's remaining art supplies. Stacks of canvas sheets, parchments, and yellow-tinged paper sit in my studio in a large black portfolio case... an unwavering reminder of her incredible artistic ability. Deciding to venture back into oil painting, I also decided to use some of her canvas sheets. I love the specks of paint and tiny tears at the corners that make me feel in some strange, nostalgic way that I'm fusing our work.

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