It's been almost a month of cleaning up and doing manual labor in the flooded basement, getting ready for Christmas and guests – all told, I have just not done much. I am definitely ready to now proceed in a forward and productive direction!
Today though was another drifting day in the studio. Arghh! I practically despair when there's nothing going on, not a damn thing. I hunker down, don't go out At All, put myself down there for at least two or three hours and just force myself to do something. Today, I decided to go to a matineé, when the requisite time was up since things were at a standstill. But think I'll just stay home and save it for another day. I'm interested in what is happening. Taking things apart (top photo). Only allowed to use material from the previous day (my restriction for myself). I don't think this is ready for a painting yet, but the direction is one I'm interested in. Two or three hours is really no time at all when things are percolating, even when unbeknownst to the percolator.