I had a professor at the U of O who encouraged us to spend time in our studios.  She said we didn't necessarily have to paint, but we should just be in there doing whatever.  (I think I've already written about this, but who can remember or wants to go back and read my old entries?)  Anyway, she said if we spent enough time in there we would eventually paint.  So, I'm taking that to heart.  I drug a painting out of the many I have stacked up and decided to hang in by my back door.  It didn't have the edges painted (which I started doing when the cost of framing became so prohibitive) and so I decided to do that.  My studio is not really very workable since I moved, but I did have decent lighting put in.  Long story, longer, I had to tighten the easel (why do Europeans have to use 17 different tools to make something?), and organize to get it done.   I enjoyed the time I spent in there and so did the cat.  Maybe I will finish that painting that's almost done.

Here's another bit of self knowledge; I'm basically a lazy perfectionist.  I don't know if it's the perfectionism that prevents me from starting or the laziness.