This is a piece that I'm so proud of completing! It started as an oil painting a few years ago and I just sort of lost momentum on it. Then I got my concussion and the thought of trying to tackle such a large canvas was really intimidating and frankly frustrating. In the last six months I kicked the dust off and put it back up on my easel so it was the first thing I saw whenever I came home or tried to do anything else in the studio. I needed it to remind me to finish what I start, an issue I struggle with in so many of my creative pursuits. So each week I would just pick up a brush and peck away at it. Then I got out my markers and competed all the tedious line work, and then, somehow it all got done. It's odd how given enough work something you labor over out of spite can become something you love. I haven't found a good place yet to hang it in our home yet, but given all the struggle to bring this to fruition I'm certain I could never sell it now.
It's odd how given enough work something you labor over out of spite can become something you love.