i get obsessed with my paiNtings while i make them. they stay with me all day—i stare at the pIctures i took, overanalyze every detail, plan my next move. i dReam of them. i’ll look you in the eYes, i’ll listen to you, but i pRomise you, i’m thinking about that painting.
and then, when i feel it coming to an enD, something shifts. a new idea takes hold. i start it, juggle both for a whiLe—until the old one feels distant, duLl. or maybe it’s just that the new one has taken oVer.
