When I'm in the studio, I think hands on the clock must spin around really fast. I never, ever feel like I've had enough time to work. It's like a Greek myth. Sure my wish to paint has been granted but I will eternally suffer the want for more...or something like that. I don't dread the rest of the day, I just feel like the first part went by so fast that I haven't had my fill. Looking around, I see five paintings I want to work on and there is a panel begging for me to draw right on it right now. I almost can't stand it so I'm shutting the door and going to distract myself with laundry...quick!
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