The last week or so has been spent in one of the regrettable artistic cycles, which goes something like this:
I have a great idea! I should do a painting of it!
I’ll start to work on it…oh, hey, that’s a GREAT idea! I should do a painting of that!
I’ll start to work on it!
But–oh man, that’s a fantastic idea! Let’s work on that!
By the end of a week, you’ve had a half-dozen brilliant ideas, and produced none of them. Sigh.