I'm not entirely sure I painted this one myself. I had a little free time after warming up on another piece, so I thought I'd sketch this one in rather quickly.
It started off terribly. The board was too slick and the paint wouldn't stick, I couldn't get a real dark mix together, and I really should have done a dark base tone to knock things back from the get-go.
For some reason, I just kept plodding along, thinking to myself "This is just a rough start. I can fix all of this tomorrow." I kept dancing around the panel, slapping color into one area, and then darkening another etc. And as an hour flew by, I discovered it was almost done. I was kinda shocked. Everything just fell into place and still managed to stay nice and loose.
There is definitely something to turning off one of your lobes, or just ignoring the parts of the brain that think they know what they're doing versus the parts that actually know. Wish I could do this more often. It does remind me of why I was so attracted to painting in the first place.