The painting might be finished someday. Playing with the paint is finished every time you clean the palette.
Field Notes
There is something strangely satisfying about watching colors exist before they become anything else. They don’t have to be a landscape, a portrait, or an idea yet. They can simply be paint—thick, vibrant, endlessly mixable. Sometimes making art is less about producing something beautiful and more about enjoying the experience of looking, mixing, and wondering.