Blank Canvases.

I bought some random, off white, paint from Bunnings last week (thank you whichever person was not happy with their sample pot, allowing me to purchase it for three dollars), and brushed over some old pictures. 

I have more bad portraits than I can count on my fingers and toes, lining the walls of our crammed shed; unseen and unappealing. There's sentimental attachment that goes along with a lot of them, but there's also a lot of wasted canvas. 

On Friday I blocked in a few new sketches.