Paint made it onto canvas today, and I have a first sketch down.
I realised today that my brain had somehow started subscribing to the idea that I must paint deeply meaningful paintings, and that I was treating canvases as if they are made of gold.
Fascinating the way the inner critic can weedle its way in. I have a considerable number of blank canvases, and so my new mantra is they’re just paper. With that in mind I covered a canvas in stencils and made a background layer, and then got a sketch down.
I am not good when it’s very windy outside, so I might end up painting all night as Storm Ashley is making herself heard,

Til the morn,
Suzanne
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