It’s always so hard to know when a painting is finished.
Have I overworked it? Have I left it before I should have? If I ju-u-u-ust tweak this bit here… will I ruin it? Should I completely re-paint this passage that keeps nagging at me? If I’m holding my breath while I make “final adjustments,” does that mean I’m overdoing it? I don’t know. By the time I’m nearly finished I can hardly see the thing, but I can’t tear myself away. I remember my New Hampshire mentor, June, hissing — as I ju-u-u-st tweaked the stained glass window in Luna in Stairwell — “Get AWAY from that window! NOW!” No one was about to shoot me through the window <grin> — worse; I was about to overwork my painting. And this for the once-upon-a-time college student whose drawing professor told her she had to spend more time on things…
Be all that as it may, I’m declaring Blue Eggs, Silver Bowl finished.
Here are my last tweaks, yesterday and today.