All Hands

I love all projects great and grand. The excitement, the tingling feeling when you get started, anchors awheigh! But as soon as my project enters open sea, a certain kind of sickness, or nausea, sets in: How long must I suffer these Ups and Downs, will I ever be able to finish this? The hands above are but a small detail of a large kind of collage, or even mosaic, in oil. Working title: "Flesh". It will become a wry look at our civilisation and all our strange urgings underneath its well-polished skin -- or so I think. That is, if I ever get done.

Must I?

Do I have to start a Blog? Not really. But somehow I have to keep my English from crumbling all to pieces from disuse and neglect, and besides, there's so many fancies to follow, fields to explore, so much to say on painting and Life in general...

As for the title, however, it is misspelled on purpose. I paint with a serious streak of perfectionism, painstakingly, and intend to write Paintstakingly about this -- and here we are! In the nick of time: My English is odd enough already. But so am I.