Not a good or bad day: no opinion, no critic.

The disappearance of self. A long time is short. A successful day is a successful piece of work, although I am learning to not engage in the emotional process too much. It isn't about me, it is about what comes through me. Thus, there is nothing to think about. It is everything to be sat at the desk painting. Then leave, go out, be a person and come back later for more. There is no beginning, ending, good, bad; there is only painting.
The critic is a trapped spectator. Always wanting to be on the inside, always trapped on the outside.