I was going to title this post "More Tales of Woe," but I'm getting tired of my own complaining. And, as sometimes happens, this doesn't look so bad on my computer screen; in person, the far left daffodil (which was supposed to be white; not that that really matters ...) is a mess, painted over too many times. A little cropping might help.
Then there's this one. (Sigh.)
I think I'll finish the cyclamen before I give up. I feel I should've just finished it all in one go: pecking away at it leaves too much time for thinking, or doubting.
Watercolor always seemed to me to require a balance between control and letting go; also required, I'm finding, is a balance between thinking and intuiting.