Saturday, November 13, 2010
I found this old still life in my studio ... judging by the jonquils, it must have been springtime when I started it. I never finished it, so it's now an eternal "work in progress." I look at it now and feel pleased with the start that I had made, and realize that such unfinished finds can be inspiring.
Inspiring because I've started a new still life. I've been working on it a little in the early mornings before heading off to work, and often again in the afternoon when I return home. It feels good to have a painting in progress ... whether I ever finish it or not. After all, it's all about the journey and not the destination, right?