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Views Of The New Studio: Grattan Street


New Kangol cap!




Small Wepwawet, 2013, acrylic and flashe on canvas, 18x18in.


In process.



Photo by: Matthew Neil Gehring



Untitled, 2013, acrylic on canvas, 18x18in.



Still in process, 18x18 in.

Untitled, 2013, acrylic on canvas, 18x18in.



Henry and Joe. The photo of the Parakeet (Henry) has been a studio fixture since 1995. I don't know if I could paint without it.








*Some paintings still in process. All images ©Paul Behnke

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Douglas Florian said…
Is that a west light? Looks like dayglo colors and Zabars are around.Enjoyed this.
Douglas
September 25, 2013 at 11:22 AM
Anonymous said…
What did painters do before tabouli & fresh mozzarella was available in plastic tubs?
September 25, 2013 at 1:54 PM
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