squwetchy I cannot quite put my finger on it, but something about that job I just quit was blocking me artistically. Hell, I didn’t even notice it happening until the other day, while out walking the dog, the kid mentioned that I hadn’t been painting much lately, and I realized—no, actually I have painted nothing at all, not one thing, since I started working part time. It’s as if the two things occupied the same processing register in my brain and could not exist simultaneously.

Having quit the job and finished work yesterday, and having noticed the pattern, I decided to spend an hour in the basement with my paints this afternoon. The result is a bit derivative of my work from last winter, but since it is the first thing I have painted in four months I will give myself a break on that.