Last night in class we painted for three hours. We tried to get the hang of smooth washes and gradations. Mr. Erik's jazz station played softly in the background and it was all very meditative – but physically taxing too. I used up a 60-page tablet of paper and somewhere in there I feel like something clicked. We'll see.
After class Mr. Erik asked us to roll up our paper tablecloths so we could reuse them. When he saw mine, he said, "Never mind. Just throw that one away." This is one reason I work digitally – most of the mess stays inside my computer.