However, I did this, and I was really pleased with the rocks, and the more I learn about the weird little hooded ungulates, the more I like 'em. So on the whole, it was a positive art day, even if having paintings fail always makes me a little sad and grumpy.
At long last, after many travails--particularly that awful thing with the water buffalo and the kumquat, he'd be waking up screaming for years after THAT--the hooded donkey had arrived, his goldfish at the ready. Nothing could stop him now!
Acrylic and some other random stuff on that snazzy cradled clayboard, which I am deeply madly truly in love with. It'll go to Trinocon, unless someone would like to buy it first. And I can do prints!