
About thirty hours. That's quite a long time to spend on a single painting, wouldn't you say? In spite of all those hours invested though, what I ended up with is still unfinished. There are a few spots I could touch up or add more color to, but unfortunately, I ran out of time. I'm consoling myself with the adage that paintings are never finished, just abandoned, and with the fact that I tried my hardest, and that it turned out OK.
I learned so much from these last ten weeks, and not just about technicalities like color mixing and proper application of medium. The most important lessons I absorbed were of the character building sort, like understanding the value of patience, humility, and perseverance. There were times when I wanted to give up and drop the class because I felt I might have bitten off more than I could chew, but I was never one to back down from a challenge, so I just hung in there and hoped for the best.
I'm really glad I took the course in the end. It may not show in the painting, but I feel like it's helped me make a significant leap forward in my progress. Hopefully when my instructor Ara comes back next year to teach after he finishes his schooling in Florence, I'll be at a place where I don't feel like I am utterly clueless about what I'm supposed to do next.
Thanks Ara, for all the good advice, and thanks Cassie, for being so patient with our class.