I didn’t get to paint today. It’s like saying I didn’t get to see David today. It’s not a pleasant feeling for me. If I manage to paint every day, the flow is quite manageable and pleasant. When I stop, even for a day, it is unnerving and uncomfortable. I sound like an addict. But seeing David is an apt comparison. I love David. And it is love that informs my activity of painting.

You could also ask David, “Do you like her better on days she paints?” In fact, do that for me and let me know what he says. I’ll bet you lunch it’s yup.

I certainly like me better when I paint. I’m more fun to be with, because I’m engaged in doing something fun! No brainer...

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