Sometimes try as we might, a painting isn’t what we hoped. I had a feeling that this painting wouldn’t be my favorite. I didn’t feel well yesterday and today even after going for a lovely walk in the forrest I couldn’t shake the blues.
I tried a couple of compositions but I didn’t love them. I made a delicious meal. I tried a couple more compositions. Didn’t love them. I watched a movie. Then I decided to throw all reservation to the wind. I painted this:
Seeing it now I can see things about it that I like and things I dislike. When I began this painting I decided to focus on making the wood look more realistic. I like the progression of wood grain. Maybe tomorrow I will like the painting more. Or maybe I won’t. And that’s OK.
I enjoy the practice of painting even when the painting doesn’t thrill me in the end. It’s about the practice, the process of painting.