i get obsessed with my paiNtings while i make them. they stay with me all dayāi stare at the pIctures i took, overanalyze every detail, plan my next move. i dReam of them. iāll look you in the eYes, iāll listen to you, but i pRomise you, iām thinking about that painting.
and then, when i feel it coming to an enD, something shifts. a new idea takes hold. i start it, juggle both for a whiLeāuntil the old one feels distant, duLl. or maybe itās just that the new one has taken oVer.