I have a hard time with painting. It feels like it is always trying to be too finished and important. It feels deceptive to me. It feels strange to cover up and suffocate a nice piece of wood. That being said I really enjoy looking at the paintings of others and I do love the actual feel of painting. I also like the "objectness" of it and to contradict myself I like the "finishedness" of it. I just don't feel right when I do it, or really after I do it.
It is Sunday morning I have a paper hanging over my head, loads of laundry and a busy week ahead. and two kids that are fighting over a radio, one wants to listen to Michael Jackson the other to Guns N' Roses and me, well I'd prefer to listen to the birds.