Due to life stresses and an overabundance of time that I just don’t know how to organize, I have not been sleeping consistently/ at all. Perfect excuse to stay up all night painting, I supposed. I paint and paint, then hate what I can see, so I scratch off the paint as best I can and start again until I am ok with what I can see. The above is my favourite, although when I stepped back I sort of thought I could see Barack Obama. Which I’m ok with quite frankly. I could do much worse than painting that handsome man subconsciously.