What a frustrating morning I had while working on this never-ending painting. Who’s fault is that, though? Well, mine, of course. I don’t know when to stop!
I mistakenly thought that if I left it alone for a while, then the last few applications of paint would be dry. But no. Not quite. However, I was too impatient and started working on more of it anyway. All that did was force me to ruin areas I was trying to fix. I ruined them again and again, over and over, repeatedly getting paint all over my hands, smearing paint into other parts of the painting, and going through half a dozen disinfectant wipes. Overall, I was just pissing myself off.
If that’s not frustrating enough, today, for whatever reason, my tremor is out of control. I’m shaking like I have freyed nerves and Parkinson’s. I get occasional whacky movements that fling my paintbrush into another part of the picture with no rhyme or reason. It’s like a bad dream.
After cleaning up mess after mess, (and how I hate messes) I was finally able to finish the guy on the donkey. I don’t know how I managed to finish him after the morning I had, but I’m not touching this thing again until it’s completely dry.
Best donkey ever.
Ha ha ha! You cray!
Sorry you had such a craptacular day but it is a cute donkey.
Hahaha, you both make me laugh!!! Thanks my friend. ❤️
I’m lovin the donkey too!
Thank you, E! You’re so sweet. ❤️
Having patience to let layers dry requires an inordinate amount of patience. It gets to be what I’m finally realizing is A Waiting Game!
It is a waiting game alright. I’m so impatient too. Ha ha! Best to work on a few at once.
Sooooooo True!!!!!