I couldn’t sleep last night. Tossing. Turning. Reading. Writing. Drawing. Counting sheep…

Here’s what 4:44am looked like:

Somewhere around 5:30 I decided to finish reading Kafka on the ShoreIt was well past 7 when I finally drifted to sleep – after I’d stood at my front window watching the sun rise over neighboring rooftops, trying to decide if I should just stay up for the day, or make another attempt at sleep.

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I woke a few short hours later, fired up the coffee pot and sleepily sauntered into my studio. I suppose insomnia isn’t such a bad thing after all.  It was the first time I’d picked up a paintbrush in the New Year. Before I could paint though, I had to first clean my palette. Start with a fresh, clean slate.

I also pinned some new tidbits onto my bulletin board – which has overflowed onto the wall somewhat. Too much inspiration isn’t a bad thing though, right? (for those of you dying to know what all those small bits of paper read, you can click the image above to make it larger)

The painting I started working on is still in it’s infantile state, so I won’t share too much of it yet. This is the hyper critical and insecure stage. Too new and undeveloped to show off.

I’ll give you a peek at the under painting of his eyes though. They’ll no doubt completely transform into a new gaze by the next time I share them. All part of the process. Layer upon layer. Too wet right now to keep pushing. Oil paints definitely try my patience.

This week I’ve got two new commissioned paintings to begin and a trip to Nacogdoches, TX to make – more details soon! (anyone wanna carpool?)




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