I am close to finishing my cherub painting. I feel as if I am in love with the piece. I don't want to stop painting it. I understand once I finish then that will be it. It's over, done, finished, completed. I guess I'm trying to extend the life span of working on the painting because I don't want to be separated. I feel like the painting is my child and once I'm done it will fly away. As an artist I deal with these feelings a lot. I have a hard time letting go of paintings that have a great deal of meaning to me. I suppose most artists feel this way, and so it must be apart of the journey.