My dear Asher.
Now you are really pissing me off.
You're satrting to sound like my mother.
"Tommy. tuck your shirt in and do that lace up properly before you go out."
"Geez, Mum, its me! This is the way I do it. You'd think by the time I got to 65 I know how I want to look."
Rest assured, Asher, if I missed something then I didn't consider it important enough to notice. I paint with a thick brush and use broard strokes. I also eat my lunch at the same time and sometimes a bit gets spilt on the canvas. Sometimes I bleed or cry or scream in rage as well. Its all there. Why, heaven forbid, I make mistakes as well. Mum, that's just me.
But since I value your needs as well, here's the 'snow'.