Coming Back Again. And Again. And Again

Open Wide.

How to get in there and start somewhere, anywhere.

Have anywhere.

For a stretch I just collected canvases.

In wanting to fulfill a pre-career concept that I could paint later in life. After the career. In old age.

I guess that’s what this is.

Painting later is now.

I get lost in the canvas collection sometimes and don’t know where to start.

Once I started again, I realized I didn’t know how to stop either so paintings weren’t getting finished.

Finished a painting for the first time about 2 weeks ago, and it immediately went to a new home. Coming back after delivery there are 2 more paintings for the same customer now that I only have to finish. With 1 for another that lost a painting in their separation.

So of course I had to avoid the studio. Which means putting on blinders most of my day because I walk right by it to do about anything in my home.

Then it dawned on me. Probably a daylight savings side effect. Work on the easy ones. The ones that just need a touch of this, or a bit more of that to get started. Something I’m not scared to f*ck up.

Don’t get my f*ck up wrong. My f*ck up is just that I either ignore it or overwork it. Getting stuck in the middle of unfinished, never-ending frustration.

So now I pick the easy ones to start back again.

Building momentum.

Finding my flow.

And stopping when I see my light shining through.

No longer smothering my own light with 2nd guesses and overthinking, which leads to over-working.

“If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.”