Definitely I have to accept as fact that summer is indeed on its way. I'll be a bit sad when it's too hot to paint outside. For now, I'm getting as much time in as possible, mostly in the mornings.
I like these close detail photos, because they show the texture of the canvas underneath. It's a bit of trouble not to fill the textures in with paint. It means I have to paint in very thin layers. I think the most difficult aspect of this is that too much paint can't be undone. It's a discipline thing. I'm learning, learning, learning. Thankfully, I have years of dry brushing three dimensional work behind me. That does help. But as painting on canvas goes, I feel a little like an intruder, a child with my hand in a magician's bag of tricks. It doesn't belong to me, I don't know how to use what's inside, and it could be dangerous.
I always get paint on my hands. Sometimes on my face too, but always on my hands. Likely I could change this. It would be a matter of concentration to change my methods. Or I could accept that this is who I am, an artist who gets paint on herself when she works, and put the energy into the work instead.
I choose "B".
Have a good Wednesday.