In my rush to appear 'prepared' and not 'piggy' in my last blog, I neglected to include my most troublesome need for plenitude. Future paintings. I need a back stock of three or four good ideas or I get prickly. This happens to me rather more often than I would like. The last time, I wandered around taking photos of detergent bottles,
spiderwebs and truck wheels, anything really, hoping for a jump start. (There is a folder on my computer labeled "Desperate Still Lifes".)
I am now officially prickly. I have run out of gas in the middle of the ocean. No land in sight.