This little painting just sold recently. I am thrilled, because it is a new direction I have been experimenting with, and it is so easy to feel uncertain about new directions. I knew I loved it, but I tend to be biased. Unfortunately, I am biased in both directions: both for AND against myself. I can think something awkward is awesome, and think something others end up loving is unfinished.
Someone recently noted to me that writers have editors, and work in a super hands on way with their editors, who help them make their work better and better, with lots of revision and constructive, interested feedback. But we painters are all alone with our creations, with no editor to help us see our work from the outside. A sad absence.
This painting went to a lovely home with a man who made me feel more grounded just talking with him. I am so happy he'll be looking at this painting for years to come.