I’m a little bit too proud of this one and how it is turning out. I tend to rush these paintings when I see the end in sight. But there is something about this one that is forcing me to work slowly, think about detail, what brushes to use, what colors, and go slow. I went to bed last night and couldn’t get this gorgeous lady off my mind, barely slept at all, tossed and turned, and then gave up.

My phone says I average 6.34 hours of sleep per night, and a doctor I saw recently said that for some people, that’s probably okay, that nothing about my blood tests signaled any trouble. Why stay in the bed when you can’t sleep and you feel like you can run a marathon?

Where in the hell is my energy coming from? Insomnia and bit of melancholy have the better of me lately, so I might as well make good use of my inability to sleep, my busy brain with thoughts that will not settle, ideas for sketching, and get up and get some work done, practice sloppy ashtanga yoga, then pray I don’t fall asleep before I have to teach classes.

I’m starting to believe the 8-hour sleep thing is a myth, but I know I’ll yawn big later today and crash with the cats. Have a great Monday, friends and family!