There are days when it seems that most of my choices are sound, especially if it is a genre I am comfortable with.
Today was not one of those days although I did enjoy the process. I spread oil and cold wax on several small wood panels not knowing what the next choice would be. What color to mix? How heavy the hand? What markings to make? What meanings to convey? It can be an unnerving undertaking when there are endless possibilities.
I've halted for the day as the paint I have chosen dries. I will wait another day to make the next choice.