There are some pictures I've made that I consider beautiful. They are rarely ones that anyone else would look at for more than a few moments. No problem, I didn't paint them with others in mind.
But, here, I'll show you something beautiful. It's a thing I started probably three years ago and then lost my nerve and never finished, partly because I don't know what it's meant to be ultimately but more because I was scared to screw it up. It's just a little thing, sitting in the middle of a large sheet of Bristol board. It's perfect. I may never finish working on it. I might just leave it as is and know that at least one thing I painted was as close to flawless as I'll ever achieve.
In my computer the photos of this are labelled "Dimensional curve."
I don't even know how large this is, because I'm too lazy to dig it out and measure it. I believe it might be three or four inches tall. Go ahead, count the number of little bits in it, and then calculate how many more would be needed to fill out a sheet that's 14 X 17 inches. Perhaps that will make it more apparent why this intimidates me. This is truly something that might take a decade to complete... unless I call it good and just cut it out of the sheet and frame it as is.
It's odd that I can't remember when I started this thing, but I can remember the brush I used. A Royal Soft Grip, size 6. That might be part of what makes me hesitant to re-start this picture. I've been spoiled by the Princeton brushes, and I have memories of the frustrations of using the Soft Grip brushes for these kinds of pictures.
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