Hell for a painter is that fear. Fear of judgements for making with our hearts. It will run in off cliffs and into addictions. The mind is that ocean with sharp edges. Make and make with out borders. You can only underwhelm yourself by not starting.
This is turning out really beautiful. I love how her face feels.
The sun is gone and the moon is full. I remember my professor saying ” always mix your own colors.” It sits true to this day. I love how at a show it gets compliments. My color pallet is rich. It feels good to see them in frames. I really enjoy the creaminess of taking it from a fresh mix onto a canvas.