I have spent countless hours making changes to paintings knowing that working at this level of subtlety hardly makes any difference. There is an obsessive element to my painting where things get so nuanced even I fail to see the difference. I think there is an underlying dissatisfaction with your own limitations as an artist that fuels this obsessive compulsion. Sometimes its the actual subject that creates these difficulties, like tricky lighting conditions or in this case a very odd clash of acid greens and reds. Today was a marginal improvement and some laboured painting.
Lorbottle. Day 4