I was amazed at just how much time I could waste second-guessing myself. I had seventeen finished paintings and three unfinished that I might be able to complete before leaving, but other than two choices, I kept waffling on the rest. As soon as I believed I had made up my mind, the light in the room would change and so would my perception...and, therefore, my opinion and decision.
None of the paintings had names. There was no theme or semblance of a collection. The only common connection was that I had painted them and they were all portraits of women. I'd spent weeks on my favorite of the group. Thousands of tiny shapes turned in different directions with patterns in each one, cityscapes in others making up the composition. The flowers in minutia were collectively pieced together to cr
