I want to be hopelessly optimistic again.
I want to get back to the state of starry-eyed optimism, where I am able to risk anything and everything.
I want to have fun this year. Not just banal, daily fun, but some really seriously good times.
Almost there… just got to paint a bull first.
first bull sketch. he looks like a shaggy dog, or something out of an old tale:
This poor sucker has been in the works for EVER. This pic is from months ago.
Then it mutated to this. pretty awful:
Which was when I realized just how much I hate gouache.
Now it looks like this:
In other words, I am starting over.
I don’t know why I am so fixated on painting a bull. I somehow decided that until it’s done, nothing will be right… I’ve been at it for almost a year. It has to be done before I leave the continent.
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