Brook & Bramble Art

Painted almost immediately after Flora, this piece stands as undeniable proof that I learned… absolutely nothing.

Fresh from watching ink feather its way into wet paint and silently promising myself I’d be more patient next time, I promptly did the exact same thing again. No pause. No drying time. No reflection. Straight back in with the pen while the paper was still very much damp.

Predictably, things got fuzzy. Again.

The lines bled, the details softened, and any hope of crisp definition dissolved into gentle chaos. At this point, it feels less like a mistake and more like a recurring personality trait. I know better. I genuinely do. I just… don’t always act like it.

That said, this one has a softness I can’t quite bring myself to dislike. The colours mingle more freely, the flowers feel looser, less confined by their outlines. It’s imperfect, yes, but it’s also cohesive in a way that suggests maybe, just maybe, there’s a future where this kind of fuzziness is intentional rather than accidental.

Miniatures have a funny way of exposing habits. This pair, back-to-back, makes it very clear that patience is still a work in progress. But it also shows a willingness to keep going, to try again immediately rather than retreating into frustration.

So no, I didn’t learn my lesson. But I did keep painting…