This was supposed to be a reset - a way for me to get back into my art practise with mindfulness and joy. Well, the jars of gouache were hard to open, but I did manage to figure out a way after a while. But then, the plastic was so soft that the red jar literally jumped out of my hand. Onto the carpet, my chair, my sketchbooks, my hands, my jeans. I spent the next hour cleaning up. I think that's it between me and gouache. I have tried them on a number of occasions, but I can't make them work for me. This was just the last straw!
And I didn't have the heart to finish then. My eyes are not that lopsided!! And lots more!!
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