Well, my last painting ended up in the crapper--literally. (It's that small thing over the toilet bowl...and I purposely made the photo tiny). Funny how "out of shape" you become after not working for a long while. One really needs to keep those artistic muscles exercised or it all just goes to pot. I expected it, though. My work has been so sporadic over the past year and it's gonna take some hard work to get my game back. Lately I've been spending more time pretending to be Martha Stewart (re-upholstering my kitchen chairs, painting furniture, sewing pillow cases) than I have in my studio making art. And when I'm not being Martha I'm pathologically watching MSNBC, CNN, C-span, and every other news channel on earth, frantically watching the presidential primary polls and obsessing over what a close race Iowa is. It's all just part of my mad procrastination plan to stay as far away from my studio as possible.
In my own defense, I did make some progress tonight and started work on some collages and shadow boxes. I spread out my collection of objects and scribblings and did some prep work.
I've collected quite a selection of junk over the years and I think I get more pleasure just looking at it than I do in turning it into art. Each and every object has a story or memory and it's always hard to commit one of my obscure treasures to a piece of artwork, knowing that it will live there permanently. I sometimes prefer keeping things in boxes so I can take them out every now and again and just "look" at them..... 
