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The Finish Line



🎉WE FINALLY FINISHED THE MURAL!!! 🎉 After months of work, we have finally crossed the finish line. While we'll definitely write another blog about this - one with all the gory details, "deep" thoughts, and reminiscing about the past, present, and future - for now, we thought we could just show you the whole mural-creation process, from the very beginning to the very end, through photos. Disclaimer: Amelia is obviously heavily featured in the photos while Yana is no where to be found, but it's ok because by now that's the norm and, to quote Amelia, "the camera is Yana's and therefore I cannot take as many pictures."

First thoughts:


The sketch:

The write-up:

Being selected:

Re-drawing the sketch with the correct proportions to the wall:

Gridding the sketch:

Gridding the wall:

Drawing out the sketch on the wall:

Figuring out budget for supplies:

Buying supplies:

First attempt at painting:

Painting the galaxy:

Getting better at painting the galaxy:

Adding the cliff and the children:

Blocking out/ painting the city:
Finishing up the face/ adding final touches:


The Final Product!!! :)

(validation)


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