The pic is a little off because the daylight ran out, but this is where I got to today. I’m very nearly finished, just another hour is probably all I need, so I will be finished tomorrow.
I had a crisis of confidence this morning and decided I would not be finishing the painting by my own imposed deadline, that it was crap, and that I should just give up.
Then I just started painting, and painted through it. I reminded myself that the deadline doesn’t matter, the possible outcome doesn’t matter, even finishing the painting doesn’t matter, but simply not painting, well that’s crossing a line.
The drama subsided, I painted, and then I danced.
I also have to report that there was a box of starch packing nut things that are all as light as a feather, that came from my latest Jackson’s delivery (brushes, a sketchbook, and some paper blocks, and a solitary vermillion pastel). Reader I did not tip the packing peanuts over the bannister onto himself, despite really really being in a wee pixie mood 😀
That is because I am angelic.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
269/300
Thrummie Bizzum 
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