Couldn’t sleep on the plane, so I pulled out my iPad and started painting this classic photo of Ariana. I applied some of the concepts from an oil painting handbook recommended by the teacher of the class that I start tomorrow. I might come back to this after I’ve actually been through the class.

I might be a little excited.

I haven’t even left for Florence, and I’m already an expert on Italian culture.

I won’t force anybody to hang this up, but feel free to guess the name of this Italian impostor. (Hint: he doesn’t have mutton-chops; that’s just my amateurish shading.)