I have to think about the stuff before I paint it — these days, at least. Formerly I would set up the easel and have at it, but nowadays I typically must obsess over the thing some, fuss over it, sneak up on it, walk around it, muse, mess with, improvise a jazz riff or two over it.
So I have another painting on the “to do” list that’s been in a holding pattern since August, and I must go through the picture courtship ritual. Decided that this time, I’d start with something simple and direct.
Picked up the pencil.