Procrastination Has A Face

I sat down, finally, and painted. I didn't finish it, but it's almost there. The situation for painting was different. Usually I hit a massively creative vibe and run and paint for hours. This time I was super mellow, almost to the point of being tired and falling asleep. On top of that, it was a severly erotic moment. I was honestly not paying one lick of attention to the painting, but rather to the feelings going on in my body. This was exciting. Not knowing if my brush strokes were adequate or well good, and really not caring if they were or not.
Art and Seduction