It never gets any easier, the suffering is the same, but you go faster. And so I have resigned myself to the fact that it will never get any easier, I will demand as much of myself as I do now in the hope that the paintings get better. I know there is a transition of ‘pain’ from putting the initial image down, knowing that it will disappoint and then spend a period of time frantically searching through a fog for the image that is buried somewhere. This image is now appearing and there are traces of interest that suggest something better.
Evening pond. Day 3