I’ve come to realize that Sundays are no longer the semi-lazy, eventually-get-stuff-done kind of days that they were a little more than a year ago; by the time I’ve chewed my way through the various obligations and whatnot that seem to crop up on a Sunday afternoon, my heart has definitely gone out of the prospect of painting, which vexes me. I’m starting to think that I’ll need to find a different day to do this.
I think that the scattery brush and the vaguely impressionistic feel that it gave did more to create texture and depth than anything else that I tried to do with this, but I like it. I just wish I’d had more of a handle on what I was doing as I did it.
