You can’t rush beautiful art. Good takes practice and time. This past weekend I sat for hours painting. If I felt like I used the wrong color then I had time to fix it. The reason why I always produce great work in these moments is freedom. I wrote about this days ago and the words and comfort still linger. There is no perfection or comparison. All that exists is idea. The glorious idea that leads to the next and the next idea. Suddenly you are left with a pile of beauitful work. Most of it is practice and will be recycled. BUT you also have a new technique or book idea.