I thought I was losing my touch. Turns out I just needed to go to bed. 💁🏼♀️
I’m working on a commission right now- oil painting for a talented photographer. She gave me one of her wonderful photos to paint. Simple image. But so serene. And that’s exactly what I’m trying to hold onto- that feeling. Not just the scene. The quiet of it.
I’m painting it with a palette knife, and I’m close. I can feel it. But there’s still something missing. That last bit of magic ✨ that makes it land.
So instead of stepping back like I know I should, I kept going. And going. Until I’d talked myself into thinking I’d lost something.
I wrapped it up and went to bed. Took a photo of it first – figured I’d look at it later from the house, see what was wrong.
When I did, I surprised myself. It’s actually almost done. You’d think I would have learned by now! Step away.
The painting didn’t change. I did.
