There are days when I feel discomfort. As if something is wrong. I can not place my finger on it. I feel there is something amiss. Today is such a day. I have found, on most days like this, I am unduly worried about a lot of things. Do any of the many items in my life warrant my attention? I am sure of just one thing. The discomfort is here. It could be about my art. Simply, I feel unease. Nothing looks right. Interactions seem compromised. The day moves more slowly than most. My concerns wrack everything I do. I did get to paint yesterday. I think it went well. Perhaps my discomfort comes from me needing to move on while being stuck here within the need to finish this painting, "2016 No.4". Working will sort it out.
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