Busted my butt to finish this today, but felt it needed to be in the show on Friday! She’s just so sad on her own. She needs to be up on the wall with her friends. The brave heroin of the circus tale stands amongst the chaos of New Richmond after the tornado. Poor, poor Johanna Wyeth! I gave up on this piece a year and a half ago because every draft was worse than the last. Then I found an amazing oval frame with all kinds of etched metal detailing and the only the thing I could picture in it was her. So I gave it another shot and turns out that the insane amount of figure drawing I’ve been doing since my first attempt has paid off. Huzzah! Can’t wait to pop it in that killer frame.