I finished the small painting sitting on the floor this morning. I thought I’d finished it last week but something about it bugged me this morning, so I couldn’t resist taking-up the brush.
Sometimes when I look at one of my old paintings, I’m transferred back to when I worked on it–like a time machine. Other old paintings, when I at look at them after not having seen them, surprise me. Sometimes I have to examine them closely to ensure it’s actually mine. Has that happened to you?