The magenta-purple still wasn’t sitting right this morning, but I’m not repainting all the foliage. Back to the magical Light Orchid drybrush. I left some pink peeking, but the overall tone is more in keeping with the orange-green-violet triad. I’ll probably change my mind twenty times before lunch, but gotta login.
Still OK with the violet; glazed a little to blend. I may have glued his feet a bit too well. Whoops. I’ll cover it with leaf litter. I had almost forgotten the joys of Scupltamold: looks like cottage cheese, feels like wet toilet paper, sets like molasses in February. I have regrets, but what’s cast is cast. With any luck it’ll be dry by Saturday.
