I had a pretty relaxed idea about this painting: I wanted to do more applications of multi-color to my flat brush, and have more make-me-gasp swooshes of paint across the page. Well, what I GOT was make-me-whine muddy trails. Tried again. Oh, blech.
Crossroads: give up? have this be the first time in 40 days that I ditch a painting?
It wasn't "not caring"--rather, an open, loving acceptance. A removal of pressure for this piece to be something "good." An allowance for it to exist, free of judgement as either "good" or "bad."