Last night I watched a program on OPB about the Higgs Boson.  I understood, maybe, 3/4 of what they were talking about.  Then they had a performance by Eric Clapton.  I was immediately transported to something I totally understood.  His guitar has always sung to me.  When I was in college, my roommate and I would get "altered" and listen to Cream.  I was always moved by the electric guitar and Robin's was the bass. (One of our friends said together she and I made the perfect woman.)  

Anyway, I was remembering all this when I was listening to Clapton play the guitar.  I wondered how he could stand up there for hours playing that amazing gultar and not have back pain?  He's older than me.  Then I realized that it's not painful if you are moved by the art.  I can stand at my easel and not realize how badly my back hurts until I stop.  I guess it's a remedy of sorts and I'm determined to continue doing it.  

I am trying to go through my many half done canvases and attempting to finish them.  I get about two thirds through a painting and if it's not going well, I stop and put it away.  I have so many canvases that I could rent a warehouse and have a huge show.  (Haha, I'd have to get a few of them back from family and friends.) That's about the only way I could get rid of all them.  I could do it as long as I didn't have to attend.