After over 100 hours of painting, drying, cleaning, photographing and yet more cleaning, I invited my son in to the studio to take a photo of me through the glass.
"Wow, it looks like you found an Old Master after all," my son began promisingly . . .
before he continued, "Actually, it looks more like an Old Mistress to me."
Ah, the delightful honesty of a nearly-teenaged boy: keeping me grounded and real even as the excitement of the exhibition begins to mount.