And then you cry.
For comparison, the earlier, finished product:
Smooth perfection, meet gash. Trying not to loose my mind completely over this 8 inch long massacre, I remembered that I want to become an art conservator. Isn't this the exact thing these lovely sciencartists fix? Consulting the amazing team (that I also happen to intern for) at MACC, I looked into this nasty scratch to find out just how bad it was. The scrape, from an unknown object, must have been sharp, and must have been at an angel-praising angle, because, would you believe it, there isn't even a dent in the canvas where the gash is. Finding that it was simply a topical wound dried my tears. After consolidating the flaking layers of oil paint and hard-work, my plan is to simply fill, cover, fill, cover, potentially repaint the face (EHH), cover, fill until the unsightly wound no longer exists. And thus, my crash course into art conservation.*
And I was so proud of that ear.
*Note, were this a piece by another artist, the covering and repainting of face aspect would absolutely not be involved. A matching color impainted in the affected area that would be fully reversible would be the typical course of action.