I have been a little drunk on paint for the last 12 hours. I had a hard time sleeping because I was so excited about the projects I'm working on... and as usual... my mind is already on to the next idea... and I have this urgency to finish what I've started so I can be on to the next thing... I think my heart speeds up when I get like this... I find myself moving around my apartment more quickly than normal and just acting slightly crazy... rushing between the sink and the table to wash out brushes and making a giant mess of my apartment and my self. This is what I LOVE about painting. I only slept for a few hours last night. I was up late... then woke early. When I'm in this mood... I really like the rain. There's something really warm and amazing about crouching over a painting... before the sun is up... the rainy cold air blowing in... a warm cup of coffee. I could do that forever. Sometimes I do. Today I went into work late just to try to finish some things up. Luckily my job is somewhat flexible that way. All I can think about is getting back in the studio. These are some things I am working on for an upcoming show... there never seems to be enough time... when I look back at photos like these... I can see everything still left undone... and I wish I could fix those things right now... instead of having to wait hours. I think that this evil is a necessary one. It keeps me wanting.
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