I look at a painting I am working on, contemplating next move as I wait and let paint dry. It isn’t the product of a single sitting, single rushed make. Like most things of depth and intention, there are layers to it all. Perspective, depth, scales—one layer and pass refined the last. It is a little better (sometimes a little worse), but like life at its highs and its lows; it’s never really done. What matters is the next move. How will you improve?
It’s better than it was, and will continue to improve—refine. Right now though, I wait—letting paint dry so as to build upon the layer.