The acrylic aisle at work is dangerous. The jars of various weird mediums haunt me. They whisper in gloopy voices, rattling their little plastic cages, Liquitex labels gleaming under the flourescent lights.

I try to fight it. I have no use for media with mica beads, or string gel! I don’t need these things! I use my palette knife to open jars! I am…beyond…all…ah…ceramic stucco, you say?

Eventually I succumbed. This is a fairly straightforward portrait, mostly as an excuse to fool around with various textures mediums in her clothes. I kinda like the result, I just have to figure out how to do something useful with it.

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