The unprepable dream

Nine days into February, Heather Bullach announced that she would be teaching a five week oil painting workshop on Zoom. 

"Darn it," I thought as I read the announcement. "If it was any month but this one, I would be all over that."

And that was that until ten days ago, when Heather announced a second class. This time my schedule was open, so I signed up immediately.

As you would expect, each participant is expected to start the class with a fully prepped and primed model. I went downstairs and looked at my unpainted shelf. Nothing on there is one hundred percent ready for paint, but a few are close.

I chose this instead.

This cute little Myrtle resin was a gift from a dear friend. I love her so much, but oh, the prepping issues! All Eberls are bad, but this is truly next level. It may even be unprepable, but I am bound and determined to give it my best shot.

Yesterday was Bondo day.

I filled millions of tiny pinholes. Then I sanded and filled them again. 

Today, I concentrated on her hair.

I decided the mane and tail truly were unsalvageable, so I ground them partway down with my dremel and sculpted new hair over the top.

This is as good as I could get it in one day. There are a few areas that need to be revisited, but that's a project for tomorrow.

In the right light, she almost looks okay.

The workshop starts April 15, so that's how long I have to get her finished. Wish me luck. I think I'm going to need every minute.