For a solid week in April, I painted the same flamingo every single morning until I used up a 30 sheet watercolor paper tablet. What did I gain from this? Two things. 1) Painting relaxes me and just in case we haven’t met yet, I, of all people, at any given time, definitely need to relax. 2) My baby niece (who by the way had JUST visited the zoo for the first time ever, a month before and saw real live flamingos up close and in person) said that one of them looked almost like the real thing. Score and score…but I still can’t paint a proper big pink bird. 😉 I’ll keep practicing.

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