I'm not really the manic-depressive type, but I can tell when I'm leaning more one way than another.

I truly would benefit with a little help over here. An assistant, housekeeper, taskmaster. something. I'm delivering a painting tomorrow. It's fairly large, so I rented a cargo van. I'm lucky. Avis is less than one block away. I was going to wrap the painting in kraft paper, but it's only one painting so moving blankets will provide enough cushion. I also did some spring cleaning in the studio. I need to do a lot more. I'm not a proponent of destroying old work, but every now and then I do if it did not contribute to my progression. Today I trashed (7) 24" square paintings from 2004-2006. I felt a little bad about one and kind of regret that decision but, it's done.

I sliced my finger with an X-acto knife.

I stretched and primed 4 more linen panels.

I tried to teach 2 tone-deaf paintings to sing. Who knew you could spend so much time on a small painting? I'm not sure about them. They were hard. They're dark.
I will have to ignore them for awhile and start on a new one. I had that feeling I get every now and then, the one where I'm pretty sure I've done everything there is to do and I'll never be able to paint ever again. I continued to paint in site of that feeling.