How the weeks fly by

Finishing one painting, which I initially fell in love with and now seem to have fallen slightly out of love with can be an annoying factor of creating work. The enthusiasm and energy at the initial stages of creating the work was flowing, days went by where I whistled and happily applied mixed blues and greys, interspersed by muted pink giant lines, then I brought the painting into the house and sat with it for a week. It peered at me on the mantel piece waiting. Every now and then I would sneak a look at it and then resume watching tv. Now I am not so sure.... However, it could do with something else, the line yes but then it really needs to be different.

I now have my headspace in another painting, which is a shame for the one waiting.