6"x8" - oil on canvas
I had an epiphany this morning. I've had it before, but it really hit me hard today: Life is a process. There's no end result. There's no lasting glory. There's just a constant work in progress. We are all searching for that perfect hair cut, the perfect cup of coffee, pill, house, job…etc. And I am constantly striving for the perfect painting. It causes me stress when it eludes me every time. But what if I was in it for the process rather than the result??? Why is it so hard, as humans, to enjoy the ride instead of rushing to the end? Are we there yet?
