Lament of a painter

I see pictures everywhere. And when I see them, I'm convinced that I will be able to paint them. So, I take out my mobile phone and take some photos, print them out on my computer (maybe after I've manipulated them some in Photoshop) and start painting.
And... suddenly it's not that easy. Or, rather, sometimes it's easy, something it's just impossible. I am an up-and-down-person; in painting, in writing, in playing, in everything, I guess. I don't have an even level. It's just the way I am.

On another day I take out my painting stuff and just start drawing some lines, shapes, fields of color on the canvas - and it turns out great! That's the kind of moments that make life worth living, and enjoying.