A Happy Hour in Portland, 16" x 20" oil on linen
I got back to my studio and started the painting. Everything was going smoothly until I was about 90% complete when I became so frustrated that I almost ripped it to shreds. I hated the background, I hated the shirt, I hated the tattoos, I hated everything. Luckily I didn't burn the canvas and opted to set it aside. Over time my feelings faded to the point where I can't even remember why I disliked the painting in the first place. Just a month ago I revisited the painting and saw with clarity that it only needed an adjustment here and a finish there and boom, it was done. Now it is one of my favorite paintings!
It's funny how our minds can get so fixated on little things that we forget about the big picture. A little distance removes the attachment we feel to our work and allows us to see things clearly, almost as if it wasn't our work at all.