Do you like this face Zan caught me making last night at Megan’s open studio? Am I practicing my demure bride face, eyes downcast, lashes fluttering? Or maybe thinking about the choices I’ve made in life thus far? Am I remembering lost loves while being painted by a new one? Or maybe just being painted by Andrew Wyeth? If you photoshop a little black veil, perhaps it’s my solemn, knowing nun face, Sister Serene Bernadine, the novice with a secret past and the vow of silence?
No. I am thinking about pigs in blankets.
I can guarantee this to be the case 90% of the time.
I hope this won’t dissuade you from photoshopping the veil, though.