Everyone around me has generally been supportive of my late in life painting practice. Often it’s more challenging dealing with their various commentary than it is actually making work. Nowadays everyone is a critic, even my cat who likes to hover above my desk and stare as I slowly paint pictures.

What I’ve found most amusing about this whole experience has been the enthusiastic response I’ve received about the work I destroy. Above is a close up of a painting that worked out wrong and I washed.

And in fact, it looks better than it did before. But it really was a mistake. Except now it’s a beautiful one.

Acrylic on canvas. 2019.

Argue with my husband if you want to buy it. He may trade you for a new work sink.