Still not sure what I’m doing with the oils, and there might have been a few moments of feeling pretty low because of it, but there’s something about the process that compels me to keep going.
Luckily Bobby is there to offer help and support. He really is so good to me. I only wish he knew stuff about oil painting. Because I feel like, so far, the only secret I myself have learned is that Dawn dish soap is pretty good at washing the stuff off your hands. You know, just like it washes oil off of ducks and such.
