you have to do something before you can do something.
If paintings aren't finished but just abandoned, my very favorite stage is when someone adopts it. Then they can worry about whether it's finished.
This when-are-you-done topic was stimulated by a discussion about self-criticism.
A number of years ago I painted a seascape, a plein air watercolor done on a step cliff along the Carmel-Monterey 17-Mile Drive.
I looked at the magnificent scene and compared it to my finished work. "Crap, absolute crap," I said.
Just then, a gust picked up my board, painting and all and carried it down a level from where I'd been working. I reached for it, as another gust moved it further away. I scrambled again, as a third gust lifted the heavy board. As it hung precariously, I made an athletic dive and captured it, just before it blew into the ocean, hundreds of feet below.
Hugging my painting I looked toward the heavens and almost heard the lesson.
If it was such crap, wouldn't you have let it go?