After one of the longest dry spells I’ve ever had — actually, it was a long tired spell — I’m back in the studio. When my routine is smacked around I tend to think too much about what I’m painting or the opposite - not enough. Neither one helps. There’s a groove that I miss being in - it reminds me of wanting to jump the wake while water skiing. I felt myself skidding across those open water today but I didn’t quite jump the wake to smooth waters - I was close. I think it will happen soon.
