There is a point in nearly every painting I do, usually about the 12 hour mark, that I find more to hate than to love about what is on the canvas. I don't go so far as to take a knife to the canvas, but I spend many heart rending hours trying to will away that hate. The only thing to do is go in with more paint and paint away the offensive areas and create new magic. This takes no strength of will, because I already hate the area. So, suffice it to say that it will look better next time you see it. Ugh!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Welcome To My Hatred
There is a point in nearly every painting I do, usually about the 12 hour mark, that I find more to hate than to love about what is on the canvas. I don't go so far as to take a knife to the canvas, but I spend many heart rending hours trying to will away that hate. The only thing to do is go in with more paint and paint away the offensive areas and create new magic. This takes no strength of will, because I already hate the area. So, suffice it to say that it will look better next time you see it. Ugh!
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