A quick update today. I spent Sunday morning (and part of the afternoon), in a life drawing class. It was a long pose, so I took the time to do some painting. The painting wasn't great, but it's not about the final product, it's about the process: fun, frantic, and somewhat frustrating. In the end, it feels like I've done some real work, the work I am meant to be doing. Can't ask for more than that.