The turpentine haze in my studio

i listen to music while i paint. it helps to create an incredibly zen-like state; paint and the brushes and the color of my still life travel through my eyes, into my mind and back out onto claessen's lead primed canvas while listening to elliott smith, thinking about my mistakes, facing my future, and hoping that this
alternate-verse I just stepped into is the right one. I am hopeful because I know that the ether that permeates this universe is made of the turpentine haze in my studio, and the kindness and patience of friends.

after a hiatus, i am painting again when i can. my living situation is such that i don't have a good place to paint, but that is all working out.