Well, working with the oils didn't help. Actually, I think it made things worse. Taking the day off Friday to go fishing began to recharge my batteries, but Saturday was a bust. It's getting so bad, I couldn't sleep last night wondering when I would be able to push forward again. I've got Birds In Art papers to fill out and send in... yet they sit here staring at me unfinished. I've got framing to order... not done. The deadline for my black bear painting (a portion of which is seen here) is fast approaching, but it has been on the easel for weeks... with no progress.This production drought is really grinding on me.
It's been hard for me to work the past few days. I'm not sure what the problem is, but nothing was getting done. Finally, I got the oils out and started smacking some paint around. With fits of frenetic production punctuated by periods of near stagnation, my working life has more ups and downs than the stock market. Rather than accepting the "ruts" as a necessary part of the process (a much more sane and productive approach!) and being happy with the down time, I really let them get to me. My emotions will range from some sort of self-loathing depression to full blown panic. The sticky slow motion days have a feeling of permanency and creatively speaking... it's absolutely paralyzing. Just the other day, my sister was needling me a bit saying, "Noooooo... not my brother... obsessing over something!" Point well taken ;)





