Oh, it was the worst day of painting ever.
The salt shakers went from this:
… to this:
I don’t know what I’m doing. Trying to get the values? No idea at all.
The town went from this:
Almost done, right? In fact, I thought I’d finish it. And then I dragged the sleeve of my smock through very dark blue paint. Now the boat and the fir tree have some unintentional shadows.
Sigh. No joy. Why am I doing this?