When my son was little, the days were long and nighttime was a challenge. When everything was done and we were finally snuggled in our rocking chair, we would say, "Phew! It took a long time to get here!". I miss those days.
That's the way painting goes for me, too. A professor once told me that my work looked terrible, until it didn't, all of a sudden. I suppose she would say that about this one. It'll get there, though. One stroke leads to the next. I don't know any other way to do it.
Just like putting a baby to bed, this kind of painting takes time, if you do it right. 
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