They’re like my kids

Stop me if you’ve heard that before, but as most overused aphorisms go, it’s trite but true.

You can kill me now for writing the preceding sentence, but as my painting process goes, I do see a lot of frenzied world-building at the start, followed by ever-reducing instruction and refinement, until I deem the ‘child’ ready to fly on its own, often long after it already flew away.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: