Stiff paint, stiff muscles, stiff brain. This describes my afternoon.

I finished a painting this morning and celebrated with a piece of pumpkin pie leftover from Thanksgiving. Back in the studio, I started working on this large painting that is in mid-career. Not in the starting stage but nowhere near the finishing stage either. I had trouble shifting from the morning’s finishing mode. Too stiff to adjust.

I’m crushed with work. All I can do is keep moving. Some days I push the wagon up the hill, other days I pull it. Occasionally, I step back and ask myself, “You’re starting yet another painting when you have this mountain of unfinished paintings? Seriously?”

Yep, pretty much.

Above the Sea

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