So this morning, I got up and went for a GREAT hike with a friend. I started off feeling distracted and a bit grouchy because I was not with my painting.... (i know this sounds obsessive and I am working on it). About 1/2 hour into the hike, I felt those endorphins kick in and suddenly the world seemed to be a better place, and I actually was able to take my head out of the studio and enjoy the hike.
When I returned, I began to continue with the foliage. As I painted, I reminded myself that in every painting.... there comes a time when you feel it is not coming together and you wonder what the heck you are doing. I reminded myself as well, that if I keep going, push forward, I am 95% of the time very happy with the result. Once again... this was correct. I have heard this happens to a lot of artists. It is nice not to be alone. :)