Seven more days of summer, more or less, time to sign, The Summer After, kiss it good by and move on.
My canvases for Chocolate Mice haven't been shipped yet--not till the 23rd. I can't believe that canvases 30' x 10" are so hard to get;but then, it's an odd size. I would like to take a break from landscapes, but
Fall Woods could be next--unless I muster the guts to go ahead with The Mom and The Teenager.. That canvas came quite a while ago, but the painting is going to drive me crazy,so I've been ignoring it.
I'm a bit down when I finish a painting. As I sign it and turn it against the wall, I always feel like I failed. It's no where near as wonderful as I anticipated when I made the first mark on the pristine canvas. That's why I turn it to the wall for a bit. I need the time to remove myself. Hopefully when I look at the painting again, it won't be another false finish. Hopefully I'll think, "Hey that's not too shabby. It's got value." Hopefully...I am such a twit--but not as big a twit as Honey who said,"Maybe landscapes just aren't you." Fox Hole! Maybe gallant is just not him!
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