Whenever a painting disappoints I just consider it as a picture that must be painted. There is a mixture of doubt and self belief that if I just continue things will inevitably get better. Then I give myself a metaphorical slap and tell myself if this is the only thing I have to suffer then I should be grateful for that. I always hold out the hope that something will come along to replace painting, after several decades this has not happened!.
Lovely Amazon, has just delivered me a book on John Craxton. I have no doubt that somewhere in this biography these same thoughts will be repeated.
An Italian landscape. Day 6