It so often happens that I’ll spend so hours labouring over a painting and absolutely love it when it’s finished, only to become completely over it within a few weeks. Fickle is a brilliant word to describe this commonplace conundrum. The images in this post are of some of the few paintings that have escaped that fate.
This last image makes me pretty happy. Sleepy plush cloud over pointy mountains = bliss.
Hopefully I can find more images of my old paintings that I still like. I have a series of paintings hanging in my room that are my favourites but currently have no images of them available.