Concerning Failure

I'm sure some of you who look at my blog and wonder why i post really poorly painted things sometimes. Maybe some of you just think i'm a terrible painter who should stop. Of course, the idea of this blog is the daily painting, the constant push to create something every day. And to also archive both successes and failures. I think it's not in our successes that we become stronger and better people, but in our failures - those things that we suck at , and how we react to them. Do we try and triumph over failings or run away? It's kind of the line about how if there weren't poop, roses and flowers would never smell as sweet. (that's not how it goes at all. . ) oh well.

I think it's always really interesting to look back at this blog and try and remember the feelings that I've felt through each and every painting - the ones I did while wide awake, half-asleep, dead tired, preoccupied, or in a hurry. Some paintings elicit more meaning than others ( jewelry, borrowed items, old toys) and some are just revisits over and over again.
I think if you go through and count how many times I've painted this buddha statue it is probably around 7 times if not more. And the reason for this, as well as other ones, is this : I think I suck at painting it. Alternatively, with other objects I repaint with the curiosity of whether or not I can paint said object better or not when ___ time has passed. Sometimes I knock it out of the park, and sometimes. . it's just the same. I don't really know where I'm going with this but still. I think it's pretty cool.