Bleu Blanc Red
is at least what we have in common!!
My nod to Grandpa is finite and has found its place among my other keepmachinchoses.
I confess that I do not know of anything that inspired me this odd shape! So my pinkeep resembles a sole iron .... Come on, we will extrapolate and say that it is to recall the iconic Flatiron Building in New York where my grandfather landed in 1906.
What a pain to properly tension the canvas!
No notching and excess tissue is not easy to cram ... My canvas share a little crooked, but I stop taking my head with my worries of perfection ... If I could only make things perfect, I would not do anything! Another motto that I love: it's less bad than if it was worse!
*** Good Sunday ***
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