I worked on part of a painting for quite a while this morning and then ran out to the post office. When I got back I scraped off what I had painted. This is progress.
It is a good thing that I recognized the bad in the painting. The fresh take on the painting allowed me to see it. Why I painted it that way is complicated. I didn’t get any better while standing in line at the post office. I know what I did wrong. I stopped seeing my painting. I got bogged down in the process of making parts of it look right. I isolated the offending parts from the rest of the painting and labored to get those damn things right. The parts were badly painted in the first place and they needed work but I got in trouble when I repainted those parts without considering the whole. If I could only learn this lesson I think it would easier to paint.
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