This has been a frustrating week, as usual.
It was frustrating because I got some questions from people about Burgundy and in return asked other people their opinion on things (including technical stuff about the dreaded taxes …) so I’ve spent too much time in books and online, and not behind the easel.
It was frustrating because I have finished exactly one painting, besides the sketches and don’t have the feeling I got any better this year. A wasted year all in all. I’m taking a bit of a gamble and will only sign up for my last year in September, because of covid.
It was frustrating because I realised the more I learn, the less I know, and I will never finish. Also, I constantly seem to be in another section of the maze than everybody else.
It was frustrating because the world outside has become a very alien place. I feel like Dante in Hell, but I haven’t come across Virgil yet so I am still very lost and haven’t found the exit yet.
It was frustrating because I worked on my post about Charles the Bold’s stay in our town and none of the dates I found in several sources match up. I don’t know if it’s a result of the difference in date systems or sloppiness by the authors. It means I have to recheck everything. There is an expert I can contact though.
Anyway, until next post (long echo).