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.