4.16.2003
 
Uh oh.

This is what I've been working on all night long:



You've got to love the golden ground-layer.

Middle of painting that portrait (at an ungodly hour, I know, I know) I get this wicked crick in my neck. So, I popped it like I normally do.

Big mistake? I've been dizzy ever since. Either that, or the ghost sitting on my right shoulder is being a pest.

Regardless, I think that that's a sign to sleep. G'night.

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