Day Nine : I hate painting.

Today, I stayed behind my canvas pretty much all day and only succeeded in making a huge colorful mess.
In a nutshell, today was totally unproductive.
I'm feeling really too antisocial to blog, but I'm here for you, oh sixteen followers.

I'm looking at my canvas right now and the only adjective that comes to mind to describe what I see is really a noun, a four letter word to be precise.

Its really unfortunate that I've already spent approximately 12 hours on this painting because I think it needs to be scrapped.

Then again, I might just be over tired.

Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and love it. I have learned from experience that it is actually NOT a good idea to throw out a painting or destroy it the minute that you decide you don't like it. Because THAT is counter productive.

Also, I have to tell myself that IF I like the references I'm using, and I like the end concept that I alone can visualize in my head, it is truly only my own inadequacy as an artist that is preventing the painting from being good. Right?

So, tomorrow my nose is going back to the grindstone until I see a light at the end of the tunnel. (That's two cliches in one sentence. There's more where that came from..)