I need to crack that whip ...

... on myself.  Really, I do.  I've been either lazy or unmotivated.  Not sure which.  I sit and stare at my easel, tinker around with something, and then trash it angrily.  Maybe if I actually finished a painting, I might .... MIGHT ... like it.  Doubtful, but you never know.

So this weekend, I am forcing myself to complete something.  Anything.  To paint without inherent judgment of what I consider talentless attempts to recreate my mind's eye.  I have to.