This has been a much better week at the easel than the previous couple of weeks. I finally figured out how to work with the absorbency of the new canvases. It only took a dozen botched paintings.

The title for the painting comes from how in my art, and also my life, that there never feels like an even progression. Improvement comes from a thousand little tiny ticks. Maybe in the next painting I’ll figure out better ways to use red, but it may take me ten more paintings before I’ll figure out blue.