I say finished, but really, it’s more a case of me needing to move on. I could spend an eternity on every painting, always seeing the details that were added wrong or differently than intended or perhaps never even added, at all. There is always a correction to be made, another brushstroke to be added. But these things will niggle at the insides of my brain in the deep of the night if I don’t just put them to rest.
There are certainly things that could be corrected or improved or added, here. And maybe I will… it’s not signed, yet. But for now, I need to focus on another painting.
Goodnight, Clare.
Nancy Anderson 