I know we're all desperately tired with this election thing, but last night I was completely overcome with the empathy and mild repulsion I felt for poor, poor Gordon. Look at him, sad and tired and with losing.
Putting aside a quiet evening with just a glass or two with sherry, I launched into a frantic whirlwind of hard work then and captured the radiating despair etched on poor, poor Gordon. Painted as ever, with love, but with the beast of mild repulsion hovering at my shoulder at all times.
Enjoy!
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