Come What May

Painting is often romanticized as being a quiet, meditative act. You’ve seen the social media posts with paint flowing freely from the brush to the canvas, and the artist having a great time. I think a lot of my anxiety stems from the fact that as an artist, I do not fit that mold. I have a point of frustration in every painting I make. Most times, I can convince myself that the painting is fine, it is “just not finished yet”. Lately, the feelings have become increasingly difficult.