Some leftover paint and a new hefty flat brush made this happen. I looked at the swirls and saw it was hair. Then I had a struggle to paint the face behind the hair without disturbing the wonderful swirls I’d already established. This took about a week or two between the swirls and seeing what was in it. They don’t always come right away in a flash of brilliance. Sometimes it’s a slow, plodding crawl toward mildly clever. (though I really do like this one.)
She’s the girlfriend of the guy from Day 44.
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