It occurred to me today how frustrating my painting process is. But I think that's part of what I like. When I first start a painting, I get extremely annoyed because I can't seem to "see" the finished project yet. I start to question my talent and wonder if I should just give up, sell my paints and move on. Yes, I'm that dramatic.
But then, I persevere. I take a break and come back to the painting and just tell myself to complete it, even if it's crap. But sometime in the third day, I start to "see" what I was hoping to see in the first place and I get excited to finish it. As weird as it sounds, I think I enjoy that high I get after the low.
Here's the latest painting. I'm entering him in my first group show next week.