Ah, I wish I had more time to really consider my paintings. I am always grabbing time for them here and there. I am usually so tired when I get to them that I miss simple considerations. I am still to static, my color utilitarian and the nuances within it simply descriptive and not constructive. I am still a simple repeater, a mimic creating a language but not fully understanding its every nuance. To get that I need to look more, spend blocks of time with the work unencumbered by the buzzing of deadlines in my head. I am playing it safe, not breaking out beyond my comfort zone for the pure reason of my fear of not being successful with the work. Fear seems to be the worn refrain, fear, fear, fear, fear....