I had a delusion once that I was going to be able to create an amazing hyper-realistic water painting, just like that. And I started with high hopes and good intentions.
I painted. And painted. And referenced my material, and painted and painted. And after creating about a third of the very basest of base coats I got really bored and walked away from it.
For three years.
And when I dug the canvas our again a week or so ago, I found that I had completely lost not only my reference material, but also my desire to create a hyper-realistic water painting.
But what I had somehow found, in the space between, was a desire to paint something else. And with an interest in finishing things at the moment, and starting new things, I plunged in. Literally and figuratively. And created a small self-portrait of sorts which is a perfect illustration of how I'm taking things on at the moment; plunging in and hoping to hell I surface before my breath runs out.
It feels really good to be creating steadily again.
And I know my breath will hold out. It will.