There is folders full of unfinished faces. Gathering dust in dusky lofts. I am not sure if there is meaning to my rarely finished faces? As our own youth never remains standing still in time. Perhaps that is why I never feel a painting is ever finished? Or perhaps I am just difficult and silly?
I ponder about finishing what I have, or starting something new.
Do you have piles of projects or paintings that are waiting for you to take out and finish?
Or is it just me?