Saturday, November 17, 2012


I've been struggling with a painting for the
better part of a week now.  I mean fighting
with it for hours almost every day and
it seems the more I work on it the less I like
it.  Then out of frustration I decide to work
on something else briefly and this happens. 
This I really like.
Why can't it always happen like that?
Because then art would be easy and
painless.  And stale.

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