Today I don't have to do ANYTHING.
It is AWESOME.
I went out and painted for a while. I painted on a very small canvas panel and chose a fairly detailed street scene to paint. Frustration ensued. I've always preferred to paint BIG. Deep, layered expanses of color are my thing. This painting was the opposite of my thing.
I'm looking at it now, though, and I think I like it.
No, I probably don't.
On a different note, here's a painting I worked on a few months ago one day when we finally got some snow. Don't know how I feel about this one, either:
"Snow Day" Oil on canvas, 9x12"
I'm happy with some parts of it, dissatisfied with others. Here's the work in process:
Feeling like I should have stopped about here and kept it all high-contrast and ghostly. (And, yes, I am painting from inside my Jeep. Told you I don't like to be cold.)
I think I need to learn the art of fixing failed paintings. It's a mental thing, you know? To force yourself to return to something that you don't particularly like? That takes discipline. Like running. And like running, it's also usually worth it.