The incredible chaos of being

...in the midst of a mural.  Thankfully not so much the middle (though if I add in the 3 extra panels that exactly, terrifyingly, where I am) as at the 10th with 6 more to go.  By golly, I'm going to pour the hours into it over the next month.

On the floor is a 10 foot long photocopy of the sketch where I'm trying to reconfigure how it shakes out panel by panel.  I had attempted to stretch it out in order to literally turn a corner but may have overdone it.
Bummer.
Only thing to do is keep painting.
And painting.
I'm 220 hours into it.  No wonder I feel like a stronger painter.
Hear me roar!

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