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The same picture, three times over.
A photo somebody uploaded, the template it became, and what came off the table at the end.
The photo.
Somebody’s own picture: a face they know, a dog, a place they keep going back to. Real pictures, kept for real reasons.
The template.
The same picture, broken into numbered fields. Every field big enough to paint, with the numbers on their own layer, so you can see the picture with them or without them.
The painting.
Filled in by hand, one field at a time, from numbered tubes. This part is yours: your brush, your evening, your picture.
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