when stuff slows down, the thoughts start tugging my time. I can loose an hour deciding what to do next.
Like this morning.
Could cut canvas, could stretch some abstracts. Could work on the online listings. <-- see that? That's another chunk of my life I'll never get back. One of my favorite second-hand scenarios was relayed by one of my college professors-- who's also a runner. A student asked him to train him to run. The professor told him to run every morning for a month, then come back and talk about it.
This photo was actually taken by that professor-- my drawing teacher at UCF. --I'm guessing '94ish?
I need to go paint. Somehow I have confidence the rest will fall into place.