There's no doubt in my mind that I'm going to be fully (relatively speaking) functional for another twenty years or so... I may be slowing but I'm still a player for a good while yet. That said, there's this panicky rush I get when I realize how much I'm leaving undone. Not enough time to check out all the nooks and crannies of art-making I didn't fully explore. This nagging feeling that I'm overlooking or neglecting something important.
Which explains the kaleidoscope of ever changing ideas having to do with image, technique, composition, medium, etc. that whirl around... probably old thoughts never acted on are now coming back to haunt me. I want to do it all and the result is I can't get through a decent painting without changing direction three or four times. I see plainly what I want to do, but that image keeps shifting, the direction is skewed, new ideas are substituted and off we go again. Makes me feel very inept. Probably my insistence on working large is a major reason why I can't complete a visual thought... rats!
I could say more but I just got this great idea...!