Painting is hard.
A recent article I read determined that it took roughly 10,000 hours to become good at something.
If you do the math, that’s 40 hours a week, 50 weeks a year (vacations are good) for five years.
So, a full-time jobs worth of work for five years and most of us can become good at whatever we set our minds to.
It’s no wonder that most of us lament that we can’t write, can’t paint, can’t draw, can’t make wood furniture or sculpt or whatever. We can’t do those things and we are unwilling or unable to put in the five years to change that and unwilling to accept whatever spped progress we can invest towards that goal. So, many of us give up. Or, better yet, I suppose, putter around as and when we have time and just do what we do and let the rest work itself out.
- Painting is hard. (Worth mentioning twice)
- Patience is hard. And a virtue, I hear.
- Observation is critical. Certainly I have plenty of snow to look at, yet the result is less than satisfying.