This is what I did today. Yesterday's work is lost: I made a mistake in photographing it and now I've painted over what I had. It is too bad because I am really enjoying watching the evolution of a painting now that I have this blog. It is the first time I have ever photographed each day's work and really looked at it and seen the changes. It is rather unnerving. I feel like I lose as much as I gain with each stroke of the brush: what I gain in clarity, I lose in mystery. But I know from past experience that to leave a painting in a sketchy state is ultimately unsatisfying too. Paintings that are too sketchy don't hold my interest very long; after they hang on the wall for a few years they stop looking fresh and inspired and just start looking thin and unfinished. Not unlike people who try to stretch free-wheeling youth into their fifties.