.the all night painter

At least I know that lost of artists worked like this. It's four am, and I am working hard on a painting that simply won't stay duct-taped to my wall (canvas too heavy). It's coming along, but I need to be careful to correct some mistakes that are already appearing. It doesnt help that I'm a perfectionist who tends to hate the products of my imagination. Anyways, if you check out the accompanying image, that's what's being painted. Only it's like, 5 feet by 5 feet instead of a tiny jpeg. I'm a big dork for leaving this til january...I'm going to cause myself ten panic attacks before this is done. Plus, I'm using the techniques of my older peers, that is, raw canvas, thin layers of very wet paint, and pastel to work in the light and fine details. I don't know how I feel about that, but it appears to be working. Bottom line, I need to transport these works to a third floor studio where I can nail it to the wall. But I'm shy of my 5th year friends, their informed critique, and their generally formidable skills. Which is dumb, because one, I've seen work of theirs that hasn't worked, and two, what can their knowledge be but good to me? I'm too proud for anyone to see my work in process, when I don't think it's good. You should see me struggle with my art. You see students here exhausted from the sheer fight it takes to sweat that final image into being. Anyways, Paint will dry and I'll head to fine arts...Red Bull and coffee and whatever's vegan will take me through tomorrow.