The White Wall

The white wall is taunting me....
I just stretched a new canvas and even have the perrrrfect plan for its transformation and there it sits in my studio...
taunting me.

I don't have much to say about this dilemma except that I can't not mention it... since this canvas is always lurking after me, begging me to put something on it... reminding me that I really do need to begin new works for close and upcoming shows... while I am not too pregnant to be on my feet for hours and hours working on paintings. I know this...but my hands don't seem to. hmmm

All I really seem to know is that my issue of finishing a work seems to have been replaced by the inability to begin a work. I guess this is the turning of tides.