Procrastination

Procrastination is a weird thing I think for artist. Recently I spent months, setting up a still life.
I have to admit I think it took me so long because of the subject matter. Something dear to my heart. I toned the canvas finally and started to draw it out, lifting out the lights, putting in more dark area, etc. Putting in a lot of hours, on this step alone. Then it sat. And sat. And sat. I was checking on it every other day, making sure all was well, but still procrastinating. Until this past weekend. I lifted up my loaded brush, full of paint and stopped dead. This was all wrong.
I hated it. Not enough feeling in the piece, lighting not what I was looking for. So, down comes the still life, canvas now in the corner waiting to be sanded again, and I start again. This time a much better selection. Different subject matter. All is flowing along well and I feel great about this piece. So in this instance, I should of listened to my inter self and quit the first painting long ago instead of forcing it out. Thank you procrastination, for without you I would of put in a billion hours and something that really wouldn't be enjoyable.