I can’t tell you how many times I’ll be up late painting, get totally slap happy, and just start laughing at the creation before me.
Sometimes, it’s because I’m frightened of it. Sometimes, it’s because it just looks so bad. And sometimes, it’s because I’m simply overtired.
I pour my heart and soul into each and every painting that I do, almost to a fault. Sometimes it feels a little ridiculous to have a panic attack over the proportions of a chameleon’s face, or the fact that clouds aren’t looking “cloud’ish” enough. But painting is a journey, and I tend to find joy in every step.