It makes sense, I suppose, considering my neglect of the Muse over the past couple of months (look...I asked him very nicely to consider looking like Daniel Craig, and he got offended), that when I really need nothing more than to sit down with a ruler and a blank canvas, and chuck some high viscosity oils (thank you, o great and powerful Winsor and Newton) in a pleasing fashion onto double acrylic primed 100% cotton duck, I am alone with my watercolours and the worst paper in the world.
Note to artists: DON'T buy 'reflexions' paper. In fact, don't buy any artist's paper you can't touch, or see the colour of, or smell the fibres of. Just...don't. Back to Strathmore and Canson with me. Oh, and A4 printing paper for presketches. Woot!
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