In a rare turn of events, it seems I had another painting in me today. Like the one before it, I had a hard time making myself stop in time. Perhaps I could have taken this further, working it for hours, months but I don't know that it would have been any better. I seem to like to paint in short bursts, all at once. Over working things haven't worked well for me often. I've done a few paintings that I have worked and worked that have come out well enough. Hell, I don't know. I only live here.