People always ask me how long it takes to finish a painting. That’s a hard question to answer because it’s not really a matter of the amount of time I spend painting…that’s only the logistical part of the process. No, what really matters is the amount of time I spend living and learning during the creation of that painting. The ups, downs, what-ifs, and twist and turns of life all translate into brushstrokes and, if you pay close attention, the final result might teach you a few things about life and yourself. You can’t really put a time frame on that.
Seven months ago, in October, I started a painting and had absolutely no idea where it was going to go or what it was going to be. Over the past three years, I’ve gotten accustomed to having paintings come easily and being able to finish them in two months max. This one proved to be a different.
My only thought was deer. I want to paint a dear. Eventually I tried to paint one on the 48 x 48 canvas only to have it resemble an ugly blue goat. Read the rest here: