I did it again.
I try to clean up after a night of painting, but sometimes I miss a thing or two. Take this old tube of green, found at the bottom of the heap this morning after a cap-less night of Heaven Only Knows What.
This old fellow has been with me a long, long time. One of the tubes I had stored away for nearly 30 years whilst my attention turned to other pursuits, I brought him back into service three years ago. He's seen worse.
After I painted him, I did clean him up and put a bit of oil on the threads of his neck in order to get the cap back on. Tonight I won't be in such a rush to hurry out of the studio ... my tubes, brushes, and palette deserve better.
As for this tube of paint....we're good. We have enough history together to forgive and move on.
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