Painting is an addiction...incurable

     Just when I got to the point where I was sure that I had had it...no more painting...too much stuff piled up...no payback for dragging my work to one exhibition after another...Here I go again. It soothes my soul and makes me feel like I've done something worthwhile. I start with an empty canvas and end up with a reflection of my thoughts that can make me smile. Here is what happened when I walked into my studio, picked up my brushes and painted after being sure I was done...finished...moving on... Why me?

                                      Rainy Days...a humble 9"x 12" painting, oil on canvas.