i am amazed at how my emotions can swing from one end to the other in a day. how one day i feel like i have some talent. skill, well that's another subject. but sometimes i think i have an eye for color and form.
then yesterday happened. i am trying to get a few pieces ready for the red barn sale. this painting has no less than eight paintings underneath. and i am not even sure if i can call this a completed painting.
i painted all day and seemed to get nowhere. the more i painted the more i was convinced that i was an idiot to be doing this, that i have no talent whatsoever and should just put my paints away!!!!
so i smeared paint with my fingers. stood back and thought, well this is kind of nice. my daughter said she liked it a lot and would hang it just like it is.
i am still not convinced...
i do know this will pass.
this feeling of failure.