I just finished the largest painting I have ever done. 4 1/2 ft by 3 ft. Not that big by art world standards but for me and my tiny attention span it's huge. Also, it doesn't fit in my car.
I started it a few weeks ago planning to have it be the last painting of my twenties. It kind of looked like it might happen but then a heat wave hit and all I could do for a week and a half was lay in front of a fan in my underwear and watch Top Chef. So now, having finished it one week after the big day, it's the first thing I painted in my thirties. Which I think sounds better anyway.
I didn't get as much contrast with the colors as I had wanted but maybe that's the new more subtle and mature me. I have to be gentle with my old lady eyes now you know ... No that's sad, I'll try not to do it again.