Argh! Struggling with a painting is so frustrating. Off and on for over a month, I've been working on an armadillo. Today, sickness gave me an unexpected chunk of time to get in the studio. I'm trying out a different color palette and am not happy with it at all. It made me angry and then I just pouted for a while. I felt like I wasted half the day. Poor me. The armadillo had to go sit in the corner, but I wasn't ready to give up yet. There was an old, gessoed over canvas sitting on the desk half covered with paper towels. Dammit, I had to make something today. I forced myself to work loosely and finish fast. So here's my childish response to an irritating morning. I have to admit that I feel a lot better now.