So, I did it. I finally finished the painting I started last year. The one I turned around to face the wall for months because I hated it. That one.
I spent the entirety of yesterday finishing it off. And you know, I don't hate it. I'm not in love with it, but I don't hate it. For the first traditional painting I've done in many years, it's not terrible. It's took me more than a month to finish. Mind you, I was working on it only roughly an hour a day.
Anyway, below is the progression of the painting (starting from after I covered up the clouds that I despised so much).
And then it was the end of the month, and the painting needed to get finished, so I spent literally all of yesterday until roughly 7:00pm painting (while also watching Avatar: The Last Airbender) to get it finished. And so here we are. The final form:
Anyway, it's done. It only took a pandemic for me to get it done.
Right, so I completed my painting on time. But I've got other things that need completing before I can celebrate my accomplishments. So I'm off to go do those things.