I finally finished the painting I’d been arguing with for about two years.
It’s a tribute to the books that made me who I am. I’ll tell that part of the story when I show the whole painting properly, in colour. For now, I want to tell you how long it took me to finish it.
When the idea first came to me, I made the sketch and the first underpainting. I was so pleased with it that evening. The next morning, I looked at it again and immediately felt that something wasn’t right, although I couldn’t explain what.
I continued working on it, but slowly and without much enthusiasm. Eventually, I put it aside for a few months. When I returned to it, I changed some shapes and details. Individual parts began to work, but the painting as a whole still didn’t. The problem was never the technique. Visually, it was close to what I had imagined, but emotionally, I couldn’t feel it. And it’s difficult to fix something when you can’t explain what’s wrong with it.
I kept it in the most visible place so I could study it. Then I moved it into the furthest corner because I was tired of looking at it. At some point, I accepted that I might never finish it.
Recently, I picked it up again, changed a few more details and suddenly realised there was nothing else I wanted to change. It was ready. I really wasn’t expecting that.
Has anything like this ever happened to you? Something that wasn’t technically difficult, but still took years to finally get right?