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I painted this last year. It took a looong time, I labored over every detail, I ended up loathing and loving this and although it was a copy of a cover I made these details my own. each layer and brush stroke will be recorded in the back of my head and I know I could do it again, but deep down I never want to. After I completed this piece, I was in need of an income, something to keep me eating over the winter and had to sell it. I only ever took this one picture with my old camera phone for some reason. I should have taken all the photographs I could. A few months after I sent this off, my buyer still hand’t received it. We eventually came to the conclusion that it had been lost in the mail even though we had both paid for it to be delivered securely. I still have problems painting when I think about this. yes, it was a copy of a cover, but it was my copy. I would have been fine if I knew it was hanging in my buyers house out in the open to be looked upon, to see every bit of my time put to canvas and acrylic paints, all the brushes I wrecked just to get a detail right. but now I know that somewhere it has just been tossed in a pile in it’s packaging, I don’t even know if it was damaged…
I know this is a rant but I get so attached and passionate about my work that when things like this happen, I find it difficult to work again with that thought in the back of my head.
original cover: Malifaux, rising powers