It never truly feels finished. It’s more that I’ve decided to move on b/c the next idea is pushing at the inside of my skull. But nothing I’ve painted has ever felt fully finished.
This doesn’t feel finished. I do love the layering of the oil paints on top of water colors. The practice of getting out of my own way is a lot more difficult than I anticipated. It’s interesting b/c the voice I hear in my head is completely out of sync with what I’m doing. Breaking bad habits.
We’re ending January and I’m def a few days behind of my 365 works for the year. I’m sure it’ll work out though.
