Despite being a badass, being sick and injured all the time gets at bit... irksome. In the summer of 2018 I was not only suffering from allergies but some nasty cold that someone was kind enough to share. My breathing sounded like... well do you really need to guess?
I remember that this took two days to finish because I felt so rotten. It wasn't that it took an inappropriate amount of time, but that I was in too much pain and too sick to finish it in one sitting.
I regret that I finished it, because it looked far better unfinished. It was an extremely sad, rough painting with a lot of motion. I overdid it. This one isn't BAD, it just doesn't have the emotion and flow that the first day's work did. I believe it is because I was suffering so much that first day. The suffering came through, as did my rush to get it done quickly. I had to do a lot of re-work to try to bring some of that initial emotion back.
I need to learn when to call a painting "finished" and not torture it to death.
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