Staying at the easel today means circling. I put down one stroke of paint and then walk away. Find another canvas that needs work and work on that. Go back to the first painting and lay down another stroke. Walk away, look at it from the sofa, turn the lights on and off and on again, put the painting on the mantel, walk away, look back, lay down another stroke.
Go back to the second painting. Wipe out everything I added, and then some, until the painting has gone back three generations. Another painting seems improved by my attention, but now, as I write this, seems too dark, too dense.
I put the water on for tea. I make the bread, do the laundry, glance at paintings as I walk in and out of the room.
Not a day of huge progress. More a sense that today is a good day to paint the edges of canvases, something I can’t mess up.
There a lot of days like this. It’s the work of showing up.