Gone Nautical





Don't know what's got into me, but it seems I've gone nautical. Appropriate subject for water mediums, I guess.





 This small yupo work was part of a "Float Your Boat" (Tracy Budd - Teacher) class attempt. There's a mate I hope to finish before too long.





I don't know if I like making the papers that lie underneath or playing with simple shapes to create an abstract out of something real. Still working on this one.



 Got more "baking" in the studio.

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