Sometimes It's A Burden

   The studio is looking good. The music is pumping. Everything is falling into place. I have plenty of paint. My brushes are lined up, ready to be sacrificed to the gods of art and creativity. I'm just running low on things to paint on. I've used up all my good sized canvas, even the canvas panels. I've been 'recycling' some of my lesser works. Call it culling the herd. Call it being green. It's really my last resort. I'd certainly rather have every painting I've ever done ready in case someone wants to look at it. I do have photographs of almost everything I've ever done. Except for a painting called "Hear No Evil" which was sold through the PAPA Gallery in Paducah, KY before I realized I didn't take a picture of it before I took it in to be exhibited. Mr. Organized blew it again. I guess it does add to the mystique. A painting ready to resurface in twenty years or so. A lost masterpiece. I guess. I really don't much remember what it looked like. Anyway, I pick a few paintings to be sacrificed and as I'm smearing paint and laying out the subjects I realize that these three are over almost before I've started. Minimalist abstracty gems ready to be posted on line. Well, as soon as I take their picture. Here's a little something special for those of you reading my blog. My newest painting:

  No idea on the title for this one. I'm open for suggestions if anything strikes you when you see it. Just remember you get to see it before anyone else on the web.