Now I have uninterrupted time, I’m hoping to finish this. I’ve said that before, but this time I can see no excuse. And I don’t need one either because I’m so much happier about the painting since I resumed action.
The trees behind the lady have grown; the faces are nearer completion; I’ve made his head smaller; the railings are emerging shyly from the flowering bush; there is more texture on the walls; and more work on his shirt. All these things are progressing as if on wheels. But …. I could scream with frustration.
I have also worked on his shoes. I had them right – I HAD THEM RIGHT! Then I fiddled to make them more right. How many times have I told my students “Don’t fiddle!” Why don’t I listen to me? The paint is still wet. I think I’ll wash the work off with turps. It will mess up the paving but that’s not difficult to put right.
Done.
Oh, goodness, you have no idea how much better that makes me feel! I keep thinking I should have learned not to fiddle by now, and then I do it anyway…!
Looks fabulous Steve