My imagination won't stop, but I can't seem to pick up and paint. So I sit here loaded with ideas and fear of the paintbrush. They look at me longingly from a glass crying out for some sort of moisture. I pretend they are not there, as I do for most of lifes problems, world hunger, hatred.....So this weekend was to paint all day Sunday, to get ready for this show next Sunday, yeah I didn't but I did research my project. I guess that kind of counts. I'll let you know if I pull it off.