In response to Robert Genn's Reflexive Relaxology in The Painter's Key

One of my previous husbands was married previously to a lady obsessed by her father. She had been working on his portrait for over 10 years. That's a bit of mental disfunction if you ask me. I should have asked her prior to marrying her ex-husband. It could have been transference. Seriously, there's something almost sexual about listening to a southern man drawl his way through a story. I can surely pick out the art of a home born southerner by the languid brush strokes of their paintings. It's just luscious. On the other hand, I'm a fast paced Californian who is always asked to slow down so others can catch up. In the last month I completed 3 very large oils and I have 6 oils in different stages of completeness with 2 watercolors in the wings. My self analyses of that is that I'm going through a period of indecision. I think it's important to begin and complete a piece of work before you start on another. It feels like I've been interrupted before I finished my sentence. Perhaps this is a time of change or growth for me. I could just be stuck. Maybe too much going on in my personal life that distracts my attention. It could just be this time of year. I'm sure I need to slow down and breathe. Sit back and listen to my paintings. Light a candle and fantasize about laying out in a small canoe on a slow moving body of water with the sun seeping deep into my soul. That's where I'll discover my best work. That's where I can finish my sentence. There's a place for speed, but I find that in today's world we don't have to simulate it. Speed pushes us every single minute of every day to hurry up and finish whatever it is we are doing at the time. I crave the slow sensual drawl of a meticulous, thought provoked moment transferred onto canvas for all the world to enjoy. Here's looking at you kid.