I have what Louisa May Alcott would have described as enough talent to recognize my lack of genius.
Is this a valid reason to stop what I’m doing?
I don’t know.
I’m staring at my latest painting. It’s not bad. It’s a damn sight better than anything I produced two years ago, when I took this old hobby out of my knapsack, and started doing portraits again.
The resemblance is unmistakable and the expression is spot on. However, the colors are too saturated, the composition is too simple, and the subject matter, which I love, is interesting to a very limited number of viewers.
I don’t know how to take the next steps. I don’t even know what they are.
Should I keep stumbling ahead, or give it up?
I’m not going to give up, but I don’t know if that’s admirable or pathetic.