... and I'm not even a shearer, but it's in keeping with my latest painting and it works with the fact that it's only Wednesday.
I'm doing this one for a friend who lives over in the west and who's battling to keep the family farm actually in the family. Bugg*r is that various plagues have been sent to slay her and I'd reckon if you count back the generations she may well be descended from Job.
Hoping this may cheer her up - may be an incy bit. Of course the painting still has a way to go yet, shadow, detail and much, much more, in fact one tree is completely missing, but will hopefully getto her by about Easter as a late seasonal gift.
It's mainly being painted for the memory of the middle hound, a dog of gentle though manic disposition who sadly took on the wrong end of a visitors ute in late April this year and lost the argument rather permanently.
R.I.P "Didge" ...
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