I got a new easel a few months ago, I've needed one for the longest time. The amount of floor I've covered with paint splatter is immeasurable. More importantly painting on the floor is uncomfortable and not any good for one's posture.

Anyway. I started a painting, one that is quite larger than I've attempted in some time. I viewed it as a tester, not given it any real planning and essentially an update of a painting I did a few years ago, that I wasn't entirely happy with. I do this often just to loosen myself up for a more considered painting. In theory that's what the plan was. It started fine, and I covered quite a bit and got a lot down in the first sitting. The next day was the same. Then the next time I did anything to it, was a weeks later I think (I can't keep track of all my wheeling and dealings). I revisited it once more I think two weeks ago. 

I don't know where is it going, so I've taken it off my easel, I grew tired of it staring at me, greeting me and taunting me with my lack of ability to apply myself to such a minor endeavour, and finish the damn painting. Some day I'll wipe that look of his face.