My 1st attempt at "Autumn Swans" was going well, up until the swans arrived. The final step is always the hardest. No, I take that back. The first step is the most difficult. The final step is the most terrifying.

The goal was to add two swans that would create a heart between them. To create a swan, I was to draw a large comma to represent the head, neck and body, then build from there. One warning was given - be certain to leave enough space between the birds to add their beaks. 

I tried to follow directions. I really did, but as my swans developed, they became ugly ducklings. Instead of romantic love-swans, I created a nervous partner leaning in for a kiss, denied by a shy rejection. 

After bringing my ducks home, I discovered a different story on the pond. We have a pair of resident loons at my family's cabin in Wisconsin. This pond would be perfect for them. 

Not only was I going to take this painting in a new direction, but I was going to do it on my own. I purchased paint, brushes, easel and canvas. I'd done it once; I could replicate it.

Have I mentioned that I have whitespaceaphobia? It lends itself well to procrastination. I was still walking past that blank canvas when "Autumn Swans" came back around in the class rotation. 

I'm struck by the differences, both intentional and unintentional, between my two attempts.