...and another back.

My novice attempts at masters' tools make the seemingly easy, staggeringly slow. With little to show for almost three days work other than a few new brushes, my hope of an immediate collection turns ambitious while something bigger still eludes me:

After all, now that I have all these empty canvases, what exactly do I say with them all?

With time turning against me, it feels fitting somehow that today marks the first day of Prague snow.