I had a slight freak out about spending a tonne load of money on a Garde Design course when all I want to really call myself is an artist who paints all day. Then I freaked out over the question ‘what if I am not an artist?’.
After an evening of being determined to prove to myself I am a painter and breathing in far too many turp fumes my head is far too fuzzy for worrying and my freak outs too amusing to consider anyway.
Up shot is I did some painting:
Currently I don’t really like it and prefer it before:
The piece had to progress though, I think. At least that is what I am telling myself.