My day started off wonderfully and then I had a bad good crit today in painting . . . . I guess I'm just a bit sensitive, and maybe I should develop a thicker skin if I'm going to survive as an artist.
I've got to find a new way to paint, since my hands are hurting and they are my tools!
So, either I learn to paint big. . . or sloppy (trying not to move the wrist too much.)
This IS art school. They seem to like it sloppy, or at least loose.
Life offers me lots of chances to improvise.
Is that good? I suppose it's neither good nor bad, it just 'is'.
I'd better go, George is putting a fabulous chicken dinner on the table (lucky lady, me.)
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