The work continues, but it is too slow for my liking. I must seize
this moment of inspiration and light a fire under my brush. This is
always a weird stage in painting for me. There is so much work to be
done and I can see the final piece peeking out. I find myself too often
just staring at the piece reassuring myself that the composition is
sound and a beautiful painting is emerging. I am a bit afraid to
continue for fear I will ruin it and push away any potential genius.
Despite
this I enjoy this in between moment. Someday when I have a more
masterful control of my technique I want to create a piece that makes
full use of all the painterly texture. The dripping solvent, the thick brushwork, the bold color patches, a painter's wet dream so to speak.
At the moment everything seems to be playing nice still, unlike Pandora who is still sitting in the corner. There are some glaring proportional issues with the arm and hand, but that is not worth the worry it will be fixed in the next hour of work.
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