While artists seldom retire...

 ...there comes a time when their paint shirts are not fit for polite company.  This past week, I had to let my old one go, it being so threadbare that it could no longer protect my clothing.  The 'new' shirt was one I started on just before Covid hit, so had not yet finished the job.

While I had already started to mend some of the holes,

from this photo you can see that substantial repair needs to be done yet.  

It seems that everywhere I look there's another area waiting for a patch.

And of course, what you see it not necessarily what you get, given my penchant for outlining, over-printing and other mixed media shenanigans.

It certainly is a much stronger look than the washed-a-thousand-times old paint shirt.  I'm not even sure I can upcycle this in any way.  Unless...well, that's for another go round, I'd say!

Happy creative week to all of you, and my your own paint shirts carry you to glory!