I painted this a few years ago. Kept it tucked away since. Sometimes it pops up and I like it, some other times I despise it badly. And I mean, I loathe myself for being so average and bad.

On the few good days, I tell myself I can do something with this. Most times I just think I should give up and throw it away.

I’m telling myself I need to be more courageous.

These days, the world is a horrible place. In the meantime, I am so lucky that all I have to be afraid of is a few bad comments. Who’s going to see this anyway?

Well, apparently, courage is a skill to be learned by trial and error. So… here goes nothing!