Every now and then, you start painting and it works and it flows and you find yourself going "I AM A GODDAMN MAGICIAN."

Unfortunately, in order to get to this point, you generally have to spend about six hours earlier (in my case, last night) going "This is horrible. This is not working. This is awful. I am a terrible artist. This painting is terrible. This painting is an utter failure. The planet is going to be destroyed by an asteroid any day now and that’s fine and I deserve it because this painting is terrible."

I have been doing this for thirteen years now, and there may be a better way to ration out one’s creativity, but I have yet to discover it.

Painting when it’s finished…