I thought that forcing the issue by writing (OK, photographing) a blog post (see below) would create what I needed to get past what is, as I can now admit, artist's block. So smug, I thought I would never have to make such a confession ... but here I am.
See, I always have plenty of ideas, and I thought that was what block was all about: lack of ideas. I still have the ideas, I just can't seem to find a coherent and consistent way of putting them together. I do one successful painting, think I'm on a roll, try to maintain that energy ... and tank. It keeps happening. But now I can't even seem to get that ONE painting off the ground. After writing last week's blog post I proceeded to paint two complete paintings on that panel, neither of which survived 24 hours. So then I returned to a larger painting that I'd been forced to abandon when my life spiralled out of control a couple of months ago. It's now occupying the same dead space as the smaller panel.
There's only one solution: I'm off to buy chocolate.