I've swapped shifts this week with the Thursday Painter. The Thursday Painter is a man of few words. He keeps a blog somewhere in a parallel cyberspace, and his confessions usually amount to very little. It would be nice to be able leave him to carry on with my paintings the day after I have done my Wednesday Painting shift, but every time I return a week later I see very little sign of progress. Sometimes I wonder if he's taking my werk a step backwards, or undoing all the hard graft I have achieved the day before...
Sometimes I wonder if it is healthy to mull all this over inside my head and then spill it out into this weekly journal. But I tell myself that it gives me an aim each week and some kind of benchmark of progress with my creative endeavours, so I continue.
I set out today to bring 'Home Sweet Home' a big step towards completion. The green neon rendering is still not to my satisfaction. All morning I was there, painting away, knocking back the extended glow and bringing in the darkness. I werked on every area of the green bordering and finished for lunch.
On my return I realise that all my werk has been in vain. I scrub out the morning's travails...
This time I'll get it right, I tell myself.
Hours later, I leave more or less satisfied, and hoping this will still be the case when I return next Wednesday.
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