Here is a painting of a pool in Newlands forest that I did long ago. I found these 6 versions, but there were more. I was battling to show water and leaves and rocks.
Version 3 – here I got frustrated:
version 4 I like the saturated French Ultramarine in this one.
And here is version 5:
I did at least two more of these but I could not find them in my tidy up. I think I painted on the other side. I think there is progress but there is a lot of the same sort of stuff. I remember sitting down to reflect on what was working and what was not – I think there are some lessons on the learning process here like Quantity has a Quality of its own and the need to look at the body of work. This was a lot of work and I suppose I worked hard. But painting never feels like hard work to me. Which is the gift – I think. I think talent takes a lot of work.