After an adolescence of painting with oil, I spent my time in undergrad learning for the first time to use acrylics and was surprised by how much I grew to love them. Although nothing can compare to the smell, feel and depth of color given by oils, the ability to work quickly and easily fix mistakes makes acrylics incredibly attractive to me.
In the last few weeks, though, I've started to miss the sensual pleasure of painting with oils and decided to dive back in. It's been fun, but I'm beginning to realize just how underdeveloped my patience level has become. They take SO long to dry.
Here is this morning's very wet and very unfinished creation:
Although it's hard to think of a title at this stage, I'm thinking of calling it "Blue Roses". Any thoughts?
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