Mr. Resistance has been overstaying his not-so-welcome welcome. Work is just not getting done. This painting has been hanging around so long. I just can’t get to finish it.
And, as I have learned, catching cold after cold, (or is it allergy attacks?), it is due to Mr. Resistance. Let me be honest in saying I’ve been letting him get his way.
I’m not happy about it and the Muse is not happy with me either.
Which leads me to believe I must be coming close to an important break through in my painting. Man, I just can’t get back to work for anything!
Here’s what I think: Lately I’ve been dreaming about painting in oils again to work larger than I’ve been recently, and how it would be cool to have a gallery/studio space outside of my home. Of these ideas, renting a space is the most costly and may be out of the question for now, unless I can find some other like minded artists to chip in. It’s just an idea. What do I know about gallery stuff anyway? Nothing.
Apparently, deep down inside, the inner artist-child must be scared to death of these ideas because everything is happening so that nothing happens.
Does that make sense?