When you're longing for simplicity, it might not be as simple as it turned out to be.
The longer the wait, the more the intricacies. Ive been waiting for this for so long but now that Ive got it I dont think it's as impressive as I'd drawn it to be. The colours are faded, the lines are blurry and if anything its just a normal painting.
What I had drawn in my mind was perfect, beautiful even. And the feeling I had imagining for it to be materialized was just utter amazement. It was hard work putting the vision onto such a big canvas, it took time. But once it was complete, I stepped back and did not feel admiration.
I felt,
Honestly I just wanted to rip it apart and start a new canvas. I wanted to leave the room, splash paint all over the floor, break my paint palette and just leave.
What is it about these things that dont always turn out how you want them to be.
