A December 14th Cuirassier Update. . .

The now familiar place-holder for a later photographic update. But in the meantime, I kinda like this well-used artist's palette.

Spent another 90 minutes or so in the painting chair last night -- before reconvening with the Grand Duchess to enjoy a second glass of an Argentinian red wine (I know, I know. . . living life on the bloody edge here in the Grand Duchy) -- finally seeing to a variety of smaller details. These included the kettle drum heads and mallets, exposed pistol stocks and holster ends, and the green chevrons along the sleeves of one of the musicians.

I finished the session by starting to apply washes of white to raised areas of the trumpeter's coat. Neither quite pleased with, nor done with that quite yet, but hope to return this evening after a round of final student team projects and decorating the trees, which I am headed out to pick up midday today (Saturday).

Somewhere in the painting left to do, I must also retouch the black neck stocks of several (all?) figures. These were mistakenly painted dark green earlier when, in fact, they are not the kollet collars, which, on these Eureka figures, seem to be obscured by the cuirasses and shoulder belts.

Ok,time for a second mug of coffee and some cinnamon raisin toast at the breakfast table with the Young Master.

-- Stokes

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