No.
What’s there to be scared of? I think the very best part of painting is the jumping in and ruining a perfectly good pristine canvas. Especially after all that friggin time inside my mind...thinking, thinking, thinking, planning, pondering, designing, imagining, researching, editing. My head reaches explosion and so when I finally dump it all out...it’s a good and satisfying “release.”
(Notice it’s all in my head. Nothing in my heart. She’s dead inside, I hear.)
Then the “painting work” begins and it drags on and on, day after day, all the way to the bitter end (no matter what!) until I go on to the next one, like a robot. It‘s like I’m just floating along in a sea of utter painting boredom, which more importantly, keeps the boredom of real life away.
Obviously, I have my own peculiar set of fears...