April 14: One of the ones where you realize it's garbage. And it's okay.

I am ending my studio day feeling like I've been going about it all wrong. I need to tear up some paintings or something and just start over fresh. The recents look cloying and forced and it's like my gesture has become a formula. That is the death knell.

I am thinking of staying away from painting altogether until I can be fresh or just paint in black and white. Color is too distracting and I am running out of colors.

My white paint came today. It is so thick and heavy and pure blank white. I love it. 32 blessed ounces.