So the past 2 days have been intolerable. I've always heard from those who know me well that every single painting I work on is an emotional rollercoaster. Lots of highs and lows; times when I'm super pleased with myself and times when all I want to do is throw the canvas out the window.
I'm working on a brand new pieces which measures 4ft x 6ft. Its quite the undertaking and the frustrations that come with it make me want to stab it from time to time. Especially since its different stylistically. Take a look at this picture i posted in Instagram earlier today. She's clearly not doing what I need her to do and she really does have a mind of her own. I keep telling myself that tomorrow's a new day so I have my fingers crossed. Hopefully, she'll listen tomorrow. Rant over.