A few weeks ago, one of the Tuesday night painters set up a still life with an old sewing machine, a skirt hanging in the window, and other sewing items. I liked how the scene evoked memories of sewing rooms from my youth. Without planning, I began to paint rapidly, expecting to capture the nostalgia I felt.
Two hours later, when it was time to quit, I was dissatisfied with the sketch. The composition was awkward. The blind was only on the right side, leaving a large blank space. The skirt extended below the base of the sewing machine and seemed as though it might be a curtain.
I kept fiddling with the painting over the next two weeks. I shortened the skirt, extended the blinds, and added small details. Unfortunately, the color below the skirt is now overworked, but even so, I like it better.