Every artist I meet tells me this is a fallow time. Today Arnold told me that when Huget was alive, she went from full-on to zilch regularly (only he said it in french and it was nothing like that. That was the gist) A dutch artist said that she felt like work but there was nothing there.
Took down the last crop of watercolours - bunged them in a pile in the other studio. Started to rework the Aquinas picture and very nearly enjoyed it. Glazes in blue and red and stuff, had to stop myself because I didnt know what was happening. Will crack on tomorrow.
Pacing myself carefully, resting between bouts.
Still havent proofed the texts/drawings for Drawn. Far too frightened.
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