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.