I struggled at the studio nearly finishing two nearly finished paintings. Later after much circling, buzzed up ticked off and blinded, I left them as nearly finished with no damage done, which was a bonus.
Nothing so useless, nothing so aggravating, so compelling, niggling and plain-bloody-annoying as an unfinished painting getting in the way and demanding attention; it may as well not be there; half done is not done is nothing done and narking.
Yesterday: I decided today that I won't paint tomorrow.
Or, at least that's what I think we decided upon in a fuddle of tenses.
A second late night talking family-us, all that good gab and more.