I have destroyed 4 paintings this week. Not torn up, just worked to death because of little [View all]

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imperfections which got worse with each panicked attempt. Will be glad when this cycle of self-destruction passes through. Also wish meds for this stuff worked better. I don't want to be a stereotypical tortured artist.

On the plus side, I painted in my 80lb sketchpad, and I like how it went. I like that I took the time to make some studies. In retrospect, more studies on painting the white wicker might have been good. I think I captured some pretty delicious light in spots, and I like my composition.

Anyway, there's a story behind the buoys.

"Two family buoys in my faux wicker rocker. One hung around Nana's kitchen all day, the other worked for a living."