Moved from my studio to the barn loft so I could finally stand the panel upright. The ceilings in my studio aren't high enough for an 8 foot work of art. It was a nerve wracking process and the painting seemed to mock me. Worse than doubts on my own skills, I felt sure I'd made a mistake by convincing others that I could paint this map. For a couple hours I was a tender sack of tears. I called a friend and just her voice eased me back to laughter. And then my husband asked if I had eaten in a while (I hadn't). It is so weird how one gets tossed on highs and lows while in the creative process. Is any of it real?
Great shot. Tells a great story. I love following this.
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