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18 February 2004. The blahs continue. I had lots of trouble with Paint Shop this morning, but learned a little more, I think. I'm not sure I can still do what I thought I learned yesterday but I got too worn out to try to. The thing below was the second version of my work at Paint Shop for the day. 
My mood is low because I don't see that I've doing anything even slightly new at Paint Shop for several days. I'm just making curving lines and filling in the shapes that result with different colors. There must be more that one can do with non-representational illumaging, but I'm not close to guessing what.
I feel the same way about my subject matter. Today's, for example, was a season again. I expect archetypal repetition, but that seems to me all I'm working with. I believe an artwork should be classically involved with eternal essences--but break somewhere into something peculiar to one time, place and mind only.
I can only hope that right now I'm just too crammed with incomplete learnings and half-learnings to be able to operate well, and because of that, dead between the ears.
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