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When I was sixteen, I painted a portrait of an old shepherd-like man with a rough burlap-like shirt. I put cheese-cloth on the wet paint, and painted over it to create fabric like consistency. I sold the painting for enough money to put half down on my first car! (hee-hee, it was a '56 Buick). I guess I could attach it. The image was out of my head - the hands were those of my paternal grandfather. This was scanned from a very poor polaroid shot.
(Maybe this is me in a couple of years!)
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