And I got a headache.
Not because I drank too much of the free-flowing champagne (tempting as it was, but I had Miss Daisy tucked downstairs in the very last available car space)
It was because, after the colour class on Wednesday night, I was actually starting to see the paintings in the National Portrait Gallery's main galleries. And my brain was asking tricky questions like "what contrasts was the painter using here? I see red and green but the other colours? Remind me what the 7 contrasts are again?"
*Sigh*. I suspect my life will never be the same...
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