It happens now and then; you start a painting that you feel excited about and somewhere along the way the dang thing goes wrong.  I don't know about you, but at that point I tend to get worked up and start to over paint.  As if that weren't enough, sometimes I start to scrub the paint off as though I can somehow start over.  I wish I had a studio elf who would grab me at that point and send me to my room with a bowl of ice cream.  
| Just before I scrubbed all the violet off for the first time. 300 pound paper is very forgiving, but it can only absorb so much paint.. | 
When I've really made a mess, I'll finally give up and put the painting away and re-visit it later.  Actually, today was my third go round with this painting.  I have more incarnations of it in its various forms in my photo files than any others I've done.  
| Where I got frustrated the second time.. | 
Today, while digging through the flat file I came across it again and pulled it out.  It called me.  It tantalized me. I took it to the table and started to wet my paints... 
Actually, having a painting that you consider a loss is a chance to work with a real sense of freedom.  If it's already ruined, then what do you have to lose? Who knows, you may be able to come up with something wonderful. 
Although I never even started the painting I planned to work on today, I think I may have taken what appeared to be a total waste of paper and made it something I like.  Of course, it'll go in the flat file and in a few more weeks I'll know for sure.  In the meantime, it was a productive day after all. 
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