Hung it up in the dining room ... put a gargantuan 48x36" canvas in the easel.
I even signed it.
And then last night, I dreamt of all the things that I needed to change.
Really Muse? You couldn't do that before?
But. I guess there is something that triggers when you call something "done".
Testing one's resolve.
Making sure all those blasted "i's" and "t's" are truly dotted and crossed.
Not unlike Real Life.
Art/Life ... interacting yet again.