Eventually It Will Be Worth It

 So, many years ago I created a painting called, "Illumination," which featured an antique rocking chair in the corner of a bare room. A spot of light hit the wall and illuminated the scene. The memory of that piece is what's keeping me from throwing out the one below— I've probably put thirteen layers of paint on it already, and the canvas texture continues to fight with me. But today, part of the canvas began to work correctly— that is, smoothly— and remembering how many layers it took to get "Illumination" right makes me feel like I only need to tough it out over maybe 5 more tries.

                                                       He Was Curiously Drawn To It, work in progress (click on image for larger view)