72 hours of labor, and a painting is born.
Now I've never had a child, but I imagine it is a somewhat similar feeling. You know the process for the most part and have an idea of what the outcome will be, but the first time you look at your baby, it's pure magic. I guess I kind of see myself as a surrogate mom bearing a child for another couple. My paintings are my babies that I can stare at and ogle until it is time to pass them off without any strings attached....hoping to maybe run into them again one day. Is this a weird comparison? Do you think other artists ever look at their art and are boggled by their creation?
I wonder, is there something you have done that upon stepping back from it, you were completely amazed at your own abilities? It's crazy how we can surprise ourselves without even planning on it.