None of us are immune.  Just when you think you can see it all and taste the sunbeam of good finish, a painting problem will like a brick wall whose only purpose is to humble you.  So, laugh or be flattened like Wile E. Coyote, to bonelessly slide down the mountain.  Or both.

I pick myself off the floor and turn back to face the problem-wall.  I wind up to run at it again.  And again, and again.

This last ten percent is the hardest.

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GOD I love this work.