To say I loathed the first iteration of this painting would be my understatement of the year. I could not sleep. Inevitably, I got up at some unearthly hour...
To say I loathed the first iteration of this painting would be my understatement of the year. I could not sleep. Inevitably, I got up at some unearthly hour to "fix it". And what a butchery that was. Hour after hour. Colour after colour. Until I stopped here and tranquilly walked to bed. Out like a light.