It Gets Pretty Rough Sometimes

  Another art week is winding down. I go back to my day job tomorrow. I never get as much done as I'd like to, and I always seem to get ambushed by life. I understand that my art days also have to be the days I get errands done but lately it seems like more things pop up to sidetrack me. I finished a couple of projects that I've been dragging out. I also did some work in the organizational end of my life. I did get to paint. I just couldn't seem to get a big enough block of time cleared to devote to me being me. It seems  I was more stressed out this week than normal. Nothing that some time in lava lamp lit studio couldn't fix. I'm just not ready to go back to waiting on people yet. It gets harder every week. I tell myself that it won't be much longer, and in the grand scheme of the universe it won't be. It just seems to be harder mentally than before. It's mighty hard physically sometimes too. I've got the blues playing. I've got paintings on my easel. My brushes are close at hand. I'll be alright.

   This is a work in progress. I'm trying to open up my self to my fans, to let them see how my process works. It's not something I'm really comfortable with.