I was trying to clean out a corner of my studio today that had not seen the light of day for an eternity when I ran across a painting I did when I first started painting. It reminded of a simpler time in my life when I did not have so much responsibility, when I was free to choose my own way. A time I was not so concerned about what others thought of my work, or obeying the principles of good design. As I sat there in the light coming through the window staring at this work it dawned on me that I had gone way off course from my younger self and that, surprisingly, I miss her. I miss doing this kind of raw, primitive work. Maybe it's time I re-examine where I am going in my life, my priorities, what it is I really want to do.