Yesterday I finished the new Mexican street scene I started Tuesday morning. A few small details continue to get tweaked as I pass by the drying canvas and notice things, but I have to be careful not to overwork it.

As close as I felt to discarding everything related to art work Tuesday night, I guess I will plan to crank up the rate of production to see where this leads for a while.

There are some similarities between trying to produce a painting and the passing by of life as we struggle to find a path. We conceive of a possibility, and envision how it might work out. A lot of effort goes into preparation, and we commence the activity. Problems develop - there is a lot of uncertainty and the scope of the challenge looms larger than we imagined. Will the result be worth the effort, or risk that the entire task will be a waste of time, with nothing to show for our struggle? What ever motivated us to start down this path in the first place....

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