The cold wind is whipping by my studio windows, the sun light is crisp & clear. This is the time of my discontent. My brush splays and I rip up another work. I've learned to just keep painting ,ignoring the critic that howls louder than the wind from within. Color, splash,bold strokes ...no judgement just movement...I think I can ..I think I can.....paint!
Gull's Play ( Aceo ) new posting on Etsy