“Nobody Ever Said It Was Going To Be Easy,” 14″ x 11″, oil on canvas, $450

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So I was all set to do just a couple of colors, thinly laid in, with a mostly solid background (perhaps a vivid background, though). But the painting wouldn’t let me. It whispered dirty little things to me as I painted, things I’ll not repeat here. It teased me. It was the good girl then it was the bad girl. Then it told me to break it, anyway.

What can I say? I had to paint the painting how it wanted to be painted, not how I wanted to paint it.

Though I think I STILL suck at taking pictures of my artwork, especially when I do those terrifically messy and thick white brushstrokes – the white balance goes nuts and I have to tweak in The GIMP.

I mostly stuck with a limited palette. Except when I didn’t.

I mostly stuck to my original vision. Except when I didn’t.

I mostly thought I could get away with it. Except when I didn’t.

Then, rudely, the painting told me to get over myself. Self-portraits are such prima donnas sometimes.