Today, after 2 1/2 hours at the easel, I threw down my brushes in frustration.
There is something larger than me at work in this process and I am not getting in touch with it.
As they say in sports, "No Score!"
I have a few other choice words, but shant share them here, tho they can be heard echoing into my yard.
Right now, I am thinking to hell with it!
Surprised? Why? Ya think I am always positive? Fagedaboudit! I am just as subject to disappointment and failure as anyone else.
It had it's way with me today, but I am darned if I will give in to it. I just need to heal a bit.