Sometimes I go on an artist hiatus. I never really plan to do this. It just sort of happens, and I look up and say, jeez, I haven't painted in so long. And I wonder if I can still do it. My walls are laden with my work. Surely that should stand as incontravertible proof that I can. And it doesn't because I forget the experience of the painting, and no amount of framed oeuvres are going to convince me. It takes getting out the pastels, taping the Tiziano paper to a board, choosing an image, and beginning. And then, there it is, again. Most of what I hoped to get is there, on the paper. It is an amazing thing, over and over again. God I love doing this.
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