The fresco is now jumping off the surface and needs to be set back into some context. What looked like some fairly simple lines turned out to be a complicated 8 level structure and I have no idea which parts were "raised" and which were in shadow. This is also going to be a bigger job than it first seemed...
Very interesting for me, though, is that the more I study it the more sure I am that the original fresco (damaged in what I will call earthquake one) was repaired by the artist whose work I have been playing with after earthquake two. My hand is more like that of the original artist, way back in 1511. Do you think I might have worked in this building before?
Today I am grateful for a vivid imagination...
A New Season Begins – March 2024
8 months ago
2 comments:
Kay I am thrilled to see the result of your life on a scaffold, I have felt that I really did miss something by not going into the building with you in April. Congratulations and yes the uncanny notion of the inevitable return nurtures your way
Ann
Watch out. I believe in creepy beautiful things.
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