So I digressed from my ten-minute paintings and did this one. I like it a lot less than the ten-minute one. I think I was, as Elio Camacho would say, "licking the paint." I must strike the happy medium between loose-goosey and licking the paint. And, as Richard Schmid says, have someone stand by to hit me over the head with a hammer when it's time to stop.
Going plein air painting today with the Pieces of 8. Sheer, unmitigated joy!