St Michael Part 2

Mitch looked like he was having a seizure at 400 AM when the alarm went off. It turns out, he was just guarding the favorite ball from Shadow.
I was late at the market for observing him, and even worse, I decided to paint on the spot without a reference . I didn't like the views at the market- from my perspective, it's all about people's butts.
So I decided to give St Michael a try from memory. I need to work and study more on that.

50 cents an hour

It was - a night. Four hours on a Raphaello chalking, until it got too dark to work. I was near a lovely eatery with gracious staff- and oblivious patrons. It was hard to feel such a heavy wall of indifference, but I kept telling myself, every work I do gains me experience. Every work I do makes me better. And at the end of the day- it is work I can truly offer up to God.