Can you leave it alone?
Knowing when a painting is finished and then actually choosing to stop is a very underrated skill. It’s hard to stop. And not just because we’re secretly desperate for some ambiguous form of external approval, which then triggers our hypercritical perfectionism, manifesting in carefully, overworked paintings that look pretty much like we would expect (Oh… is that just me?), but because painting is like candy, it’s addictive.
“Art is never finished, only abandoned.” – Leonardo da Vinci
I was trained in the language of observation. Realism. Objectivity. Comparison. That classicism is still in there. But lately, I’ve been chasing something a little messier.
Painting realistically is like using a paper roadmap. 1 inch equals a mile. How many miles from here to Vancouver?
“Oh that’s where the eyeball is!’
How many miles to San Francisco?
“Oh, there’s the bottom of the chin!”
Abstraction is ditching the map and trusting the constellations. You might get where you’re headed, you might not. It’s a bigger map and you can only read it after sunset.

Works in Progress (mostly me)
There’s joy in letting go of the need to finish in a tidy, polished way. The longer I try to “complete” a piece, the more I risk squeezing the life out of it. I’ve “improved” pieces into oblivion. That awkward, electric tension between what’s rendered and what’s left raw? The wild brushstrokes, the unexplained edges, the bold choices I almost paint over? That’s me trusting the work. Trusting myself.
Realism gave me the tools. Abstraction reminds me to play.
If art is never finished, we don’t have to be either. We just have to know when to stop, and start the next one. I still don’t always get it right. But I’ve learned that sometimes, the boldest move you can make… is stepping away.
What’s one part of your work you’re tempted to “fix” that might actually be the most honest?
What signals do you listen for when deciding a piece is done?
Can you leave it alone?