|first night, foundation work|
|second night, argh|
So why the heck am I out in the garage whacking away at these canvases if being an author is a serious goal? Good question.
I mean, painting is certainly more immediate. It's the same problem solving but all in one place and it has a definite end, whereas the writing is more murky. But maybe it's that cliche stuff like being afraid of finishing the book and failing at having it published. Eh. Who knows. I just need to be more disciplined in doing each thing every, or every other day. These painting binges can be exhausting and the writing really suffers from the stop and go. So, steady. That's my new mantra. Each day, making progress with each. This is quite the internally directed babble, but there you have it.
|Lat cow painting|