I’ve been home since Tuesday and am still not sure where I am when I wake up in the morning, what house, whose bed. Coming home is interesting in that way. Then there’s putting things away. My suitcase is empty but it is still lying on the floor in my studio, waiting. And I’m waiting to get back to work.
There’s been so much sorting and catching up to do, I’ve only had time to think about what I might do when I get in there to work. At this point, I think it is a good idea to start some new paintings. I have a few stretchers ready for canvas. But what I need to do is be more ruthless in destroying paintings I don’t really want to keep. I’ve been reworking them long enough. Perhaps it is time just to say good-bye. Start fresh.