Two to chop

I dread finishing an outdoor painting in my office. I just don't paint the same.

I get tight and finicky, painting from a photo, because I see more detail and want to paint it. The impact is lost.

I can't just work without interruption here. Because I paint in my office, business, e-mails and bills surround me.

I can't work creatively with anyone in the house.

All my distraction shows in these paintings.

Perhaps I can chop a couple of smaller ones from them, like I did a stack of paintings for the small art show.

I'm going away next week... twice.

Mom does not have cancer, glory-hallelujah!

Time to refocus. Center down.