Every once in a while I'll come across an old painting or sketch and it'll time-warp me right back to the period of time when I was working on it. Once again I'll be there in that moment, struggling to get just the perfect colour or the right line.
It's comforting that now I can look at the end results with some distance and, hopefully, enjoy my hard work.
These are the beginnings of some new struggles (I wonder what I think when I look back at the end results?)
