Mom would say that when I was sewing a dress and I got sleepy and frustrated and wanted to toss it in the trash.
It happens a lot still ... when I'm making anything!
At the beginning of this piece, the bird was the only thing I liked. I stuffed the whole thing in the closet. But the bird kept calling me. So I pulled him out and painted big flowers, and hated them, and more flowers and hated them (Who hates flowers??). Then painted everything black, then dark blue-purple, then .... you get the idea. Now I love it. Thanks, bird!
Don't forget to fly
(last line in a poem by Al Young)
Mixed-media on board
14" x 18"