i was working on an oil portrait. hadn't done one since last year.
It was going really well. Great likeness. Nice movement of the paint. THen it got rough. I worked through it. It looked okay again. Then the likeness faded. And it looked.... well, it was a good portrait of a guy but not the guy I was painting.
So after 4 or so hours I lost my fuckig mind and turped the whole damn thing.
Words can't describe how discouraged, frustrated, and upset I feel right now. I hate failing. I hate it so much.
I work a lot, but I guess it's not enough. I just want respect. Hell, I want to actually like my work someday.
Well, that's my mopey rant of the evening. I'm going to try again soon. But I guess I should sleep. Rare.