I'm in those moments when artists (I don't like the name, but let's say so) become to get frustrated by their paintings. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about: you watch your beloved gallery and all you see is useless, shallow and technically bad done.
So, why I'm happy? because I think these are the moments when my understanding of painting is deeper than my technique. And learning the technique is just a matter of study and time, nothing more.
So I'll study, exercise, get disappointed by the first results but slowly get how things work. And I'll improve. It's going to take time and hard work, but I will. And I desperately need to improve, so... I'm happy.