Sometimes I have to laugh at myself. When I’m painting it’s like I zone into certain things and inexplicably go blind to others. Tonight’s barn looked great, and it took awhile so I was ready to stand and clean up. But after doing so, I went back to the painting and saw those rocks which looked more like teeth jutting from under that stack of whatever that stack is. It was like a different painting; nothing looked the same, and I lost a lot of satisfaction for my work. Maybe tomorrow I’ll flip back to liking it. Does this happen to anyone else?