so i didn't let in stop me and i didn't go back to bed

where it is safe but paranoid. i layed down for an hour to watch one life to live and then got off my ass and have been painting. my hands are covered. and i discoved one canvas wasn't done. there are more and more layers. painting for me is about making your ego proud but then you have to destroy it to get what you finally want out of it. make the ego. destroy the ego (and suffer)...and then rebuild on it... you could say a work is never finished