The practices are at war: My painting and my writing, vying for attention and time, taking hills in small battles, only to lose those same hills in later skirmishes. I want to fill my day with both (blessed day off from work today, with another following tomorrow!) and yet I can’t seem to stratify any focus toward getting some shit done.

I did manage to get a few paintings done last week, and they are a bit of a departure if I am to be very honest, but I feel they are still within my fundamental style.