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If I were  painted a long time ago in say Renaissance times, two dimensions, I might be a saint- or a revolutionary- I was stroked of harsh defiant bold colors when portraits were cast in canvas bronze overtones of gesso and black only washes of contrast the tone built up with layers of translucence and bone colored washes and hung on a wall and try though I might the egg tempera earth tones deeper than olive oil on a live model wore off and  the canvas warped the wood grew skewed and the museum had me cremated along side a dog and scattered in the woods just as I had hoped
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
egg tempera
If I were  painted a long time ago in say Renaissance times, two dimensions, I might be a saint- or a revolutionary- I was stroked of harsh defiant bold colors when portraits were cast in canvas bronze overtones of gesso and black only washes of contrast the tone built up with layers of translucence and bone colored washes and hung on a wall and try though I might the egg tempera earth tones deeper than olive oil on a live model wore off and  the canvas warped the wood grew skewed and the museum had me cremated along side a dog and scattered in the woods just as I had hoped
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
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