The Struggle is Real
I don't know how many times I've stood over a canvas after pouring in hours of labor and said, "Shit, this is trash. This is garbage." Be it a stray brush stroke or just the sheer inability to translate the image in my head to canvas, one wrong decision leaves me completely dissatisfied with my work. It can even get to a point where I will actually throw the canvas in the trash. Legitimate frustration completely muzzles any coherent creativity. Coupled with a bottle of Pinot (and a half), I am now stuck on the roller coaster of self-doubt. At this point, I'm Miles drinking from the spit bucket...LITERALLY (but more figuratively-literally).
After evaluating how many canvases I've destroyed, I must now produce and sell 5013 successful paintings to get back in the black. That's a lot of damn work just to get back to zero.
Lesson numero uno: when you hit terminal velocity, walk away....just walk away. Nothing good can come out of the decision to press forward and completely nnihilate something that could have been beautiful. Then again, sometimes a chainsaw adds just the right amount of sophistication.
Secondly, throwing out good canvas is just stupid. Now, I can no longer afford good canvas and all of my paintings are done on bed sheets. So, you can say that you not only own a Vince Lombardy, but you now own a Vince Lombardy on 1200 thread count Egyptian cotton. That's sexy.