I get these ideas for paintings in my head, carry them around for a bit while they develop, and then walk around for a while with this fresh, nifty picture buzzing in my brain. And then, something comes up and distracts me. Before I know it, the picture has gone stale. The idea isn't as exciting, the colors aren't as vibrant...it's just stale.
I had a great surreal/fantasy/impressionist painting of a tulip gardener ready to go for a couple of weeks. And another one of a yarn-battling cat. I think the gardener might be un-recoverable. I'm not sure the cat is completely gone yet, but it's close.
I hate it when I do that.
