I slept late last night because I wanted to fix the painting I posted two days ago. A talented friend told me in high school, “You’re not going to like everything you do” - it’s simple and true, but I still feel a need to fix whatever I don’t like. I guess that’s not entirely bad, just as long as I don’t get too discouraged and stop painting altogether. I started working on something new too. I don’t feel as useless when I paint, even though I’m not saving any lives or fixing my flaws/problems. Watercolor is my favorite medium at the moment. I love how soft and light it can be, sort of like the quality of childhood photographs taken with an ordinary film camera.
