Finally.
At one point on this painting, I actually called my mother, the Queen of Tree Bark, and said “Mommmmmmm! Hellllp!” And she did. And it was good.
I’ve stared at the piece too long to know if I’m happy with it or not, and the photo had to be heavily retouched because my shooting conditions were less than ideal, but for having absolutely no plan in mind when I started, coulda been a lot worse, I suppose.
Whew.
