The horses are at the gate.....
Go....
well, so now what do I do.
OK .
wish I could get in the studio today. What would I do if I had no limits for time or didn't care if I sold things?
I remember the movie, "Basquiat", where he just sits on his ratty old couch all day and night, smoking cigarettes and staring at these big ole canvases lying on the ground. And just paints from his guts.