Painting all day is similar to lying in bed with a lover. You are seduced and unwilling to leave the warm, comfortable space but are forced to for the necessities of nature. It is intoxicating and absorbs me completely. The day passes and I don't seem to notice the time. Suddenly it is dark outside and my body is tired. I knew I had to quit when I dropped my palette. Luckily it fell paint side up. Tomorrow will likely bring the subtle bitterness of an impending work week, that will take my time away from my passion. I will dream all week of working on it again as if I am indeed giddy with a crush.