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freehand style that matched my focus level. I think, too, this piece was about the story of this proud, dying building and I wanted it to be more expressive. I felt a warmth thinking about how mush life it had seen and a sadness that it would soon be over. Empty buildings have always made me sad that way.

I have a piece that’s been lurking in my head, sort of percolating until I am ready. I saw a tree today, that belongs in it. It’s an autumn theme, so I might wait a bit for that one. Cool crisp air and colors in trees might get me going. In the meantime, there are always more little building portraits to do. oh, and I found a blue bottle shaped like a bass fiddle at a yard sale that I will try doing a sketch of.