Incompleteness. It sounds so negative. It’s essentially my entire work in oil on canvas. I ‘finished’ one painting, then decided I wasn’t happy with it and painted over it. This unfinished bicycle race painting sits in a Rubbermaid box in my storage. It will likely never be finished. I think I returned to the camera for a reason. I’ve inflicted a wrath of analysis and self-doubt as to why I cannot seem to finish an oil painting and I’ve reached a satisfactory conclusion: I complete the work enough so see it completed in my mind and I’m done. I move onto the next thing. Some might call that Attention Deficit Disorder.
Anyway, this is yet another unfinished painting. I can’t bring myself to finish it or throw it away. So, there it sits in a box in storage.