Ruthann has been cool about my helpless attempts to catch resemblance. My painting process is very much defined by material. Mylar doesn't absorb paint. It allows me to move it like catchup over a plate until a painting starts looking like something.
By the time Ruth has had to leave, the portrait looked nothing like her. She has noticed that I continued dubbing and said, "Don't see me off, keep painting." Her eyes have caught light. I've run back to the easel easing myself into the painting. It's taken me only a few minutes to finish.
I keep reminding myself that there is always the next move. A work is never a failure, unless I stop working.
