I can not stop staring at my painting. It’s half finished and I still hate it (are we surprised? I am definitely not). I am two cups of ginger tea into my night, and have a feeling that it’s going to take a toll on my tea supply to finish this one.
Couldn’t I just abandon it? Couldn’t I just take this stupid sheet of paper off my drawing board, tuck it beneath the bed and start another one? I have an entire pad of paper begging to be used.
I don’t know, I just can’t do it. Maybe it’s something about the fact that it’s a self portrait and I feel like I should be a little better to myself. Maybe it’s because I’m actually more than halfway done and I’m just telling myself it’s half way done because I hate it? Maybe I’m just too damn stubborn for my own good? That’s probably it. My First Love’s mom even told me that I was “too stubborn to be a Pisces”.
In any event, this painting is keeping me from getting anything done. Today was spent in bed for the most part. I worked a pointlessly short shift at the Coffee Shop and then came home and did pretty much nothing for the rest of the day.
. . .
nothing but stare at that painting . . .
. . . feeling a bit like Dorian Gray. . .
. . .
That was too scary. I need to finish it now. Long story short, sorry for the lack of blog post -OR- finished painting. And because I promised to blog every day this year, you get these excellent filler pieces. Go me.
Back to work.